Page 78 of His Ruthless Match
Her thumb brushed my lower lip. “You’re staring again.”
I caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “I’m trying to figure out if you’re real or if I’ve finally lost my damn mind.”
She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with heat and mischief. “Does it matter?”
“Not anymore.”
I claimed her mouth again, slowly and possessively. She moaned, her body arching against mine, but I pulled back before I came on her like a teenage boy. “Come here.”
Scooping her up, I carried her to the bathroom. She gasped and looped her arms around my neck. “Jareth, what are you?—”
“Shower. You need one. So do I.”
The bathroom was sleek and modern with an oversized shower. I set her on her feet and flicked the handle. The water cascaded down in a steady, steamy stream. The heat between us didn’t fade. Eva stepped into the shower first, the water slicking over her skin and making her look like something out of a dream.
She glanced at me over her shoulder. “Are you going to stand there all night, or…?”
I stripped off my pants and stepped into the shower behind her. The water was scalding, but it didn’t compare to the fire already burning between us.
I gripped her waist and pulled her back against me. She fit perfectly, her smaller frame melting into mine as the water cascaded over us. I poured some body wash into my hands and lathered it. I slid the soap over her shoulders, her back, her arms, my touch firm but reverent. She sighed softly and tilted her head forward to give me more access.
My hands moved lower, skimming over her stomach and hips. She glanced back at me, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Good.”
She turned to face me and slid her hands up my chest, the water washing away the soap as she moved. My muscles tensed under her touch, my self-control hanging by a thread.
“Eva,” I warned. “If you don’t stop…”
She didn’t stop. Eva dropped to her knees in front of me and looked up at me through the cascading water. “I don’t want to stop,” she said as she stroked my thighs.
I inhaled sharply as she took me into her mouth. I wrapped her hair around my fist, and my cougar purred at Eva’s moan. The first touch of her tongue had a groan tearing from my throat.
She was slow at first, teasing, her nails grazing my thighs. The sensation was pure, blinding heat, every nerve in my body lighting up as she took me deeper.
“Fuck, Eva,” I growled, my voice rough and strained. My hands tightened in her hair, guiding her movements without forcing, my hips thrusting forward instinctively. The way she looked at me—like she was daring me to lose control—was almost too much. Her name fell from my lips like a prayer, a plea, a curse, every syllable edged with desperation.
“You’re killing me,” I rasped, my grip tightening as heat coiled in my stomach. “You—fuck—you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”
She hummed around me, the vibration shooting through me like electricity. My hips jerked involuntarily, a string of curses tumbling from my lips as I struggled to hold on.
But I couldn’t. Not when she looked at me like that. Not when her mouth was working me with perfect precision, her hands keeping me grounded and unraveling me all at once.
“Eva,” I groaned as my body tensed, the pleasure overwhelming and all-consuming. She didn’t stop, didn’t let up, and I fell apart with her name on my lips.
My breathing was ragged as I came back down and guided her to her feet. She gave me a smug, satisfied grin, and I couldn’t even bring myself to be annoyed. I pulled her close, pressing my forehead against hers as the water washed over us.
22
EVA
Adeliciously mouthwatering aroma pulled me out of sleep. At first, I couldn’t place it. Bacon, maybe? Eggs? Something else equally delicious? My brain was foggy, my body sore in the best way. I rolled over, eyes half-open, and froze.
Jareth was in my bed.
A very naked Jareth.
The events of last night came rushing back in vivid detail. Heat crept up my neck as I remembered his hands, his mouth, and the way he’d looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. My stomach dipped with a mix of mortification and something far more dangerous.
Satisfaction.
