I shook my head. "I never had a mother. She abandoned me in the hospital where I was born. She didn't even name me. A couple of nurses dubbed me after their husbands. That's why I have three first names." Bringing her hand to my mouth, I kissed her palm reverently. "You have no idea what I would've given to have a mother as attentive as you are, someone my entire life revolved around. You make a difference, and it's a huge one. There's nothing silly or inconsequential about it."
Tears filled her eyes. "Boy, do you have a way with words, Patrick Jason Ryan."
"I do, don't I?" I smiled softly and reached out to flick a tear off her cheek.
She sniffed and brushed at her cheek too. "Is it bad of me to say I hope your wife never comes back?"
I blew out a long breath before whispering my own awful confession. "I hope she doesn't either."
Eva shifted, moving to the edge of her pillow and closing the gap between us. Instant heat flooded me. The erection I always had when lying in bed with her went raging hard. I let go of her hand to fist my fingers into the mattress and keep myself from touching her.
"Tink . . . " I started, but saying that name felt wrong in this moment. Tinker Bell was a fantasy, a dream of a woman I'd never met, someone I wanted to come and save me from my fucked up life. Eva was a reality and so much better than a few glimpses I'd had when I was fourteen. So I added, "Eva . . . "
My voice was a lot more hesitant and leery than the rest of me. I wanted her to move closer. I wanted her against me, on top of me, under me, all over me. But there seemed to be all kinds of reasons why it was a bad idea.
"I just want to kiss you," she said, her eyes full of hope.
I squeezed mine shut, so fucking tempted; it wouldn't take much to tip me over the edge. "Baby, you know this can't go anywhere."
"I know." She shifted even closer, then lifted her hand and set it against my cheek. "But I still want to anyway. Just once."
I crumbled. "Just once?" Slipping my trembling fingers around to the back of her neck, I tipped her face up, even as my other hand curled around her waist and drew her against me. "You'll have to be the one to stop when you've had your fill, because . . . " I shook my head. I sure as hell wouldn't be able to.
"I will." She nodded and drove me insane when she licked her lips in anticipation. Goddamn, this might kill me.
Don't do it, a small, rational part of my head screamed. But I totally didn't listen to that guy.
I dipped my face down and stopped a breath from contact, letting the anticipation build in that tiny pocket of air between us until it damn near crackled with electricity. Eva whimpered and strained against me, her impatience snapping when she closed the gap and pressed her mouth to mine.
My fingers tightened in her hair at the base of her neck, not letting her get any closer. I'd waited ten years for this; no fucking way was I rushing it. Except her soft body sliding against mine made it difficult to restrain myself.
Her fingers fisted around the cloth of my shirt, right over my heart where her name was imprinted on my chest and into my very soul. I increased the pressure against her lips bit by bit, letting us both experience every little nuance of each other. Her mouth was soft and supple, giving into mine with exactly the right heat and pressure. And when her breath came from between them, mixing with mine, I groaned. She tasted like . . . I don't even know, but it tasted like home.
She clutched my shoulder with one hand and let go of my shirt with her other to bury her fingers in my hair. I shifted closer until her breasts flattened against me, and my arousal dug into her hip.
Clutching my hair with more fervor when I applied more pressure to her mouth, she canted her hips and undulated slowly, hypnotically. My palm slid down to her ass to help her grind. By the time our mouths opened and our tongues touched, we were pawing at each other, going as far as we could with our clothes on and our hands staying outside the cloth.
But shit, damn, fuck, I swear I had an orgasm without actually shooting my load when her tongue slid against mine and rolled around it. My muscles seized and my hips slammed up. Rolling her onto her back, I climbed above her and nestled my legs between hers as our mouths fucked the shit out of each other. Lacing our fingers together, I pulled her hands over her head and kissed her senseless, lips smashed, tongues diving, hearts pounding, teeth clashing.
Jesus, it was everything.
I bit her bottom lip and her hips bumped up against my aching cock.
"Pick," she gasped, tightening her grip on my hands. "I need . . . I need . . . "
"I know, baby. I'm on it."
But when my hand slid down over her hip and along her thigh, headed toward the sweetness between her legs, my son decided to wake up.
"You've gotta be kidding me," I growled, lifting my face.
Under me, Eva snickered. "Wow, he's more effective than a chastity belt."
I whimpered and rolled onto my back beside her, flinging my arm over my face and trying to control my raging hormones. But Eva continued to snicker.
I turned my face to scowl at her. "There is absolutely nothing funny about this."
Which only made her laugh harder.
Women.