My hand comes down on her ass. “Not yet.”
She groans and drops her head forward. Her long wet hair is spread over the slope of her back, which leads to the dip and flare of her hips. My eyes set on our connection and the pressure builds. The sound of our breathing mixes with the steam and sits heavily in the air.
I grind and roll against her, back and forth with deliberate strokes until her legs quake. I wrap my arm around her chest and pull her back to me, knowing that when it hits her, she’s going to lose her footing.
“I’ve got you, babe.”
Her head flies back and a long deep moan vibrates so deeply in her chest that I feel it against my arm. I hold her there until she comes down. Her head drops back to my shoulder and her body goes limp.
“Hands back to the wall.”
She tilts her blue eyes to me, and a tiny grin lights her sated face. “’Kay.”
I lift one eyebrow and she giggles. Fuck, this woman is cute as hell, sexy as shit, and breaking me down with every flutter of her long lashes.
She resumes her position, and I move slowly until she’s backing up to chase me down. Her back dips, arching to take me in completely.
“That’s it, baby.”
It doesn’t take long before I’m walking the line. I try to slow down, prolong my completion, but the sound of her moans is impossible to ignore. She twists her neck to look back at me, those big eyes half covered by sex-hazed lids. Our eyes locked, her teeth pull at that full bottom lip and the visual hits me in an erotic assault.
I power into her again and fold forward to growl into her neck. Perfection. My legs go wobbly, but I resist the urge to drop as the aftershocks roll through my body. Fuckin’ hell, this woman.
Wrapping both arms around her waist, I pull her back to my chest, keeping us connected.
“That was beautiful.” Her arm comes up to reach behind my neck and hold me to her.
“You’re beautiful.”
Her breath hitches, and she goes tense in my arms before she relaxes again. “I’m on the pill. Just in case you’re wondering.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“Been in your bathroom, babe.”
“You snooped!” She smacks me playfully on the forearm.
“I find it fucking hilarious that you leave shit out all over the place and when people see it you accuse them of snooping.”
“I didn’t leave them out!”
“They were right by your sink.”
“Oh, well that’s probably true.”
“You good?” I back away at her nod, and she shivers.
Finishing up our shower, I wrap Eve in a towel before grabbing my own. “I’ll grab you a shirt to sleep in.”
“Oh, um . . . I’m staying the night?”
“Not unless you don’t want to.” A hollow cramp aches in my gut. What the fuck is that?
“I thought maybe I should go home.”
The cramp gets worse. “Why exactly would you think that?”
She drops her gaze and picks at the towel. “I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want you getting sick of me too soon.”
Is she fucking crazy?
I cross to her and tilt her chin to get her eyes. “Babe, what you just gave me in that shower . . . You think I’ll ever get sick of you?”
“Oh, so . . . it’s about the sex. I mean that’s cool if it—”
“No, it’s about you. You give it to me the way I like, listen when I need you to listen, but fight me when I need you to fight me. And I fuckin’ love it when you fight me, babe. I’m thinking I’d like to get in there while you’re pissed at me. Watch you come unglued while I’m buried deep.”
Her eyes slide closed. “Damn.”
“You want that too.”
“I do.”
“Spend the night with me, Eve. I’ll pick a fight with you in the morning.”
She bursts into laughter, and the sound loosens something in my chest, making it, I don’t know, lighter.
That’s what Eve does. She makes everything a little lighter, even when she’s being a pain in the ass, and I dig that about her. I’ve lived a lot of my life under the heavy weight of failure—as a father, a husband, and a fighter—and then this girl breezes in all shit talk and ’tude, and fuck if she doesn’t lift some of that weight.
Twenty-Three
Eve
Waking up jobless isn’t as bad when I get to do it in Cameron’s bed. I’m tucked to the front of his body, his big arm heavy over my waist, and everything seems hopeful from here.
The newly risen sun barely filters in through the thick wooden blinds. It must be early. I turn my head to the clock and groan. It’s early.
After a few minutes of staring, sleep doesn’t come, and I push out from under his arm. He rolls and I take a minute to admire his back. I have no idea how often this guy works out, but he’s clearly friendly with the inside of a weight room.