“No.”
With a frustrated cry, she arched her back as much as she was able, pinned to the door as she was, and the movement rippled her inner muscles, squeezing them hard around his cock again. Heat gathered in his lower back. Oh, too close. They were both too close and he wasn’t ready for that yet. His balls tightened, and he clenched his teeth against the urge to pound into her, despite the beads of sweat sliding down his spine from the effort of restraint. He’d waited too damn long for this to lose all control now and have it be over in mere seconds.
“Dammit,” she gasped. “I need you to move.”
Her trapped fingers flexed as if she wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his hair, dig her nails into his shoulders. He shuddered at the mental image, but didn’t release her hands. Next time. This round, he was calling all the shots.
Curling his hips the tiniest bit, he found her ear with his teeth. “Say my name again, Eva.”
“No.”
“Stubborn.” He reached between them and found her clit, gave it a teasing rub and watched her eyes all but roll back in her head. She whimpered when he withdrew the pressure, a sound she would no doubt hate herself for later, but that he found insanely sexy.
“My name.”
A small smile flitted over her lips as she shook her head. Her dark hair, smelling of sun and saltwater and her floral shampoo, swept his shoulder with the gesture. Fuck, she’d turned the tables, now teasing him as much as he was her. And, somehow, he was losing this little match of wills.
Unable to stay still any longer, he rolled his hips and her body opened wider to him, accepting more of him with each languorous thrust. It still wasn’t enough for her. She dug her heels into his back, demanding more. Demanding hard, fast, and dirty. And he’d give her all that—as soon as he got what he wanted. He wound the strands of her hair around his hand and tugged, exposing her neck to his mouth.
“Say my name.”
She groaned. “Uh-uh.”
“Who is inside you, Eva?” He punctuated each word with a shallow thrust. “Tell me who is fucking you.”
She squirmed and tried to pull her hands free from his grip. “Cam.”
Yes. A primal satisfaction short-circuited his brain. He released her hands and her nails instantly bit into his scalp. Grasping her hips, he pumped into her, each thrust pushing her higher and knocking their bodies against the door.
“Say it again.”
“Camden,” she whispered and dragged his mouth to hers. She caught his lower lip between her teeth and tugged, and his control evaporated. Supporting her weight with his hands under her ass, he spun away from the door and strode toward the king sized bed. Her head fell back as each step pushed him deeper inside her, and he couldn’t resist the tantalizing view of her cleavage. He dipped his head to taste the hollow between her breasts that the damn dress had been giving him teasing glimpses of all night long—and he lost his balance, snagging his foot on some kind of strap. Eva squealed as they toppled to the bed, and he twisted so that he took the brunt of the fall on his back, Eva on top of him.
Straddling his hips, she grinned down at him. “You’re such a klutz.” She dragged her palms over his bare chest, stopping only to pinch his nipples lightly between her fingers. “Hmm. But I do like this view.”
“Not tonight.” He easily flipped her to her back and silenced her indignant cry with a hard kiss. “Next time. I’ve waited too long to have you under me.”
He plucked at the tie holding the halter dress up and about swallowed his tongue when the red fabric fell free. He’d spent many nights fantasizing about seeing her naked and now…
Damn. Fantasy didn’t even come close.
She had small, firm breasts with dusky pink nipples standing at taut peaks. He sucked one into his mouth, giving it all his attention for a long moment before moving to the other one. As he sucked her, he stripped the dress off her legs and she lay before him in nothing but a thigh holster and her favorite Glock.
Holy fuck, that was hot. So, so much better than fantasy.
Eva lifted her arms over her head and arched her back, her silky, flat belly teasing his cock as she hooked a leg around his hip. “Why are you not naked yet?”
In a surge, she sat up and shoved his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, then pushed his shorts down his hips. He had to leave her and stand long enough to kick off the shorts. They landed with a dull whop somewhere over by the door, but he didn’t care. He edged Eva’s thighs apart with his knee, took another second to remove her gun and holster and set them aside, then lifted her hips in his hands. He entered her slowly, watching himself sink into her.
Beautiful. Every inch of her. And watching her accept him into her body…