Relaxing, she opened the door. “Hey, you scared the shit outta me. What—”
He didn’t let her finish. He stepped toward her, cupped a hand around the back of her neck, and pulled her lips to his, swallowing her gasp of surprise. His mouth tasted of minty toothpaste, and his hair was soaked, the spiky dark strands dripping down his back and shoulders as if he hadn’t bothered to dry off after a shower. He still wore the outrageous Hawaiian shirt, but it was unbuttoned, thrown back on as an afterthought. His shorts hung low, highlighting the V of muscle at his hips and doing little to conceal how very aroused he was.
She should push him away. Hadn’t she already decided this couldn’t happen between them? It was only going to complicate things and—
He flattened his free hand across the small of her back, drawing her flush against him, and his erection thrust insistently at her belly.
“Oh…” Everything female in her shuddered with pleasure and her mind blanked of all but his taste, his scent, and a rising tide of anticipation. All such a delicious reprieve from the emotional turbulence of the evening, and she let herself melt into his kiss. Her nipples hardened under the silky material of her dress as she rubbed against his hard body. He maneuvered them far enough into the room that he was able to kick the door shut, then spun and pressed her back against the cool metal. His hands roamed under the skirt of her dress, found her ass, and boosted her up. She locked her legs around his hips. He was giving her the gift of release and, dammit, she needed it. Needed him. Right here, right now.
“Tell me to stop,” he groaned even as he surged hard against her, hitting all the right spots despite the maddening layer of his shorts still between them.
Eva dug her fingers into his scalp and gave his hair a punishing tug. “Don’t you dare.”
…
Her words vibrated through him, left him shaking with need.
He’d tried to do the right thing and walk away. He’d gone to his room with the intention of taking some time to sober up before heading back to the reception. Brushed his teeth on autopilot, then jumped under the cold spray of a shower, which did nothing to cool him down. He’d taken himself in hand to deal with his insistent boner—and then he’d stopped.
What the fuck was he doing, being all noble and shit, when he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her? If she had invited him in for a simple, friendly chat, she would have been calm, not fidgeting.
She wanted it. And damn the consequences, so did he.
He pinned her to the door with his hips, grinding against her. She went wild in his arms, her hands tracing his back and shoulders, her lips devouring his as she met his every thrust. Like trying to harness a tornado.
He shifted, letting his left arm take her weight, and stepped back just enough to drop a hand between their bodies. He found her wet and ready against his fly. No panties.
For the love of…
Had she been bare under that flowing red skirt all night?
The idea drove him almost past the point of civilized thought.
He played his fingers over her entrance, enjoying her quick intake of breath when he dipped into her in a sneak preview of what was to come. She was hot and tight, her muscles clenching on his fingers like she wanted to keep what he was giving her and take even more. She threw her head back against the door and groaned his name.
His name.
A roar of triumph filled his head. Maybe it even rumbled from his throat. He didn’t give a damn. Eva was calling his name. Finally.
Christ, he had to be inside her.
He freed himself from his shorts, caught her hips under the skirt of her dress, and lifted her onto him. She arched and accepted him deep inside with a low moan.
Hot, slick, and so soft.
Cam lifted his gaze to make sure she really was Eva and not a dream version, because “soft” was never a word he’d associated with her before this moment. Her body was long, lean muscle. Her spirit all passionate stubbornness and strength—
But then her silken walls tightened around his cock and, fuck yeah, there was the strength he adored about her. Perfect. She felt just as good as he always imagined she would, and he closed his eyes with the pleasure of it.
She writhed against him, her heels digging into his ass. “Oh. Oh, God. Move!”
“No.” He pinned her to the door with his hips and caught her wrists in one hand, stretching her arms up over her head. She had her eyes squeezed tight, and he leaned in to brush his mouth over her lids. “Look at me.”
Her eyes opened. “Move. Please.”