She kept at it for a few long moments, but it wasn’t the full body contact she craved, the release she needed. “Still not enough,” she said, breathing a little harder. “How could this possibly be enough, after what we went through?”
His hazel eyes darkened. Lust simmered in the room, flowing hot and sharp-sweet through her veins, bringing a rush of blood to his cheekbones. God, she needed this, needed to struggle under his heavier, stronger body, hands in hair and nails in skin, oh yes, she needed that. In the upside-down world that had become her life, that was perfectly acceptable.
Necessary, even.
Needs always bubble up in other places. They were two consenting adults swimming in a pheromone-lit sea of sheer carnal need, and for the moment, all cards were on the table.
“Don’t make a decision under duress,” he said.
She laughed, but it was a sound so unlike her she would have sworn someone else made it. “Do you have that luxury?” she asked as he stripped off the tape securing the gloves to her hands. “I don’t.”
She stood, turned, and walked down the short hallway to lean against the wall by his bedroom door. Then she waited, emotions twining in her gut. Definitely desire. Fear that he wouldn’t walk down the hallway.
Fear that he would.
Chair legs scraped against wood floor, but his approach, as always, was silent. He backed her into the wall and kissed her, the touch of his mouth soft and knowing. Sensation spilled through her veins like liquid fire. With a gasp she pushed him back.
Hands flung wide in a take it easy, I’m harmless gesture, his eyes assessed everything about her, her hands, her position against the wall, her eyes, her lips. His mouth was wet from hers, she noticed, before his gaze searched hers, intense, aware. Tightly leashed.
A man with that look in his eyes wasn’t harmless. Good thing, because the last thing she wanted was polite, or politically correct.
“Don’t be careful with me,” she said.
He deliberately stepped back into her body, pinning her to the wall with chest and pelvis as he worked a thigh between hers. One hand fastened at her hip, the other at her throat, holding her jaw so he could ravage her mouth, and she felt something dark and very, very desirable flame to life inside her. She arched under his weight, ground her hip into the thick heat of his cock. He pushed back and angled his head to kiss her, mouths slippery, teeth clacking as the pent-up longing blew like a steam valve letting off pressure.
She fisted her hands in his shirt and pulled, more for the sensation of gripping something than an effort to move him. Still, he stepped back and yanked his shirt over his head, then shoved her back into the wall for another explicit kiss. This time her nails found skin, dug in as he worked his way along her jaw and down her neck, using teeth mostly, soothing the bites with licks until he reached her collarbone. With one hand he tugged her tank top strap off while the other hand slid under the shirt to cup her breast. The fierce, hot sensation of his thumb and forefinger on her nipple made her gasp before his mouth claimed hers again.
His body was hard and insistent through her clothes. He leaned into her, using his shoulders to pin her, his hand on her breast sending rivulets of need through her body, his hips grinding against hers in a slow, hot rhythm. If her nails stung his shoulders he gave no sign of it, but when Eve arched and whimpered he stepped back and directed her into his bedroom.
“Strip. Now.”
They watched each other covertly as they undressed, her shirt tugged off and tossed aside, jeans unzipped and shoved down, familiar movements made abrupt by ferocious need.
Sunlight and shadows dappled his bed, and his body, as he watched her work off her jeans and panties. A light patina of sweat gleamed on his shoulders and ridged abdomen. His body was spectacular, all the hard-planed, shifting muscles she’d seen when he put on his Eye Candy T-shirt that first night, plus long, strong legs. His thick erection jutted out from a thatch of dark brown hair, visible proof that whatever else he’d said or done, he wanted her.
She crawled backward to the center of the bed, then he braced himself with an arm on either side of her shoulders and kissed her, sharp, commanding nips that trailed down her chin, along her neck, over her collarbone. When his teeth found her nipple she slid her fingers through his chestnut hair and gripped hard. This wasn’t gentle, or careful. He was using hands, body, and mouth to pour gasoline on the fire burning inside as he gave the other nipple the same treatment, then moved down her abdomen to settle between her thighs.