Page 20 of Eros
“Have you lost your damn mind, flirting with the person who kidnapped you,” I berated myself.
Obviously, I had. With a damn target on my back, my father placed on me, I was spending my time flirting with the man who not only kidnapped me but saved my life.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, while turning on the water to the hottest temperature.
After stripping out of my clothes, I stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. The warm water had already started to steam up the bathroom. He didn’t have anything I could cover my hair with, so I just stepped under the scorching hot spray, letting the water drench me from head to toe. It felt so good to get rid of some of the grime from the day.
I reached for his body wash and inhaled its fresh, manly scent. It smelled so good.
The sound of the door opening then closing captured my attention. “Eros?”
He pulled the curtain open, completely naked, then stepped into the shower. “Let’s not play these games anymore, Janea.”
He pinned me against the shower wall. “And call me, Niko.”
Chapter Ten
Eros
Iwastiredoftiptoeing around the attraction we had for one another. She wanted me as bad as I wanted her, but she struggled with that fact I kidnapped her. That was why she kept saying she had to have some type of Stockholm Syndrome.
But I didn’t regret it. I did what I had to do for my survival as well as my club. And I hoped she didn’t get it in her head just because I wanted to fuck her, I wasn’t the man she believed me to be.
I was a self-serving asshole with no regrets. Even though I did want to see where this went, she served a purpose for me.
I ran the tip of my nose up the column of her long, slender neck, inhaling her sweet scent. “Jesus, you smell so fucking good.”
I peppered kisses along the same path. Her nails dug into the arms like she was holding on for dear life. Her warm pants brushed against my skin driving me insane with lust. But Iwasn’t going to force this between us. She would have the final say if this continued, I just needed to get the ball rolling.
I put some space between us, placing my palm just above her head on the shower wall. “You want to do this?” I brushed my index finger across her wet skin just above her breast. “If not, it’s time to say the word.”
She gazed into my eyes, water droplets clinging to her long, dark lashes. She looked so innocent, but Janea Thorne was far from innocent.
As she leaned forward, her hand closed around my long, thick length, and I couldn’t help but briefly shut my eyes. “Fuck, Janea,” I groaned as I pushed my hips forward, guiding her hand to stroke up and down my shaft. “Just like that,” I said as I continued to push my hips forward.
“I want you to fuck me, Niko,” she said, her voice huskier than normal, and it was the sexiest shit I’d heard in my life.
My eyes snapped open at her use of the nickname she had designated for me, and I drank in her features for a minute, absorbing every detail of her appearance. She was so goddamn beautiful, so captivating, and unforgettable. No one but family used the name Niko, but the sound of it on her lips sent shivers down my spine.
While she stroked my length, I pushed my hips forward and grasped her neck, eliciting a gasp from her lips. “I don’t do gentle.”
Squeezing her neck a little tighter, her hooded eyes, dark and intense, filled with a growing desire and I crashed my mouth into hers. It was like a battle for control. I knew she wouldn’t give in easily, and the challenge was something I fucking loved. A sharp bite on my bottom lip, followed by the slick, warm exploration of her tongue, sent another groan through me.
I gripped her by the ass, lifting her as she wrapped her long, legs around my hips, and I surged forward, plunging into hercunt. In that moment, I realized Janea Thorne would be the type of woman who would completely disrupt my life. She would be addictive, and I would never get enough of her. Honestly, I was perfectly fine with that. I’d ruin her for any other man, like she’d ruin me for any other woman.
She was mine. Even if she didn’t know it now, she would.
With my forehead resting against hers, I moved in and out of her warmth, deeper and harder. She felt so fucking good wrapped around my dick. “This is my pussy now, Janea.” I pushed her flush against the shower wall as the warm water cascaded over our bodies.
“Fuck, Niko,” she whimpered. “Right there.”
“I’m the only one who will fuck you until the day I fucking die,” I confessed.
It might be too soon, but I meant every fucking word. No other man would ever fuck Janea again. And if they tried, I would fucking kill them. This was going to happen between us. I’d make sure of it.
My fingers dug into the flesh of her ass. I plunged into her deeper and harder as my mouth crashed back into hers. Our lips collided once again in a clash of longing and frustration, tongues tangled with the tense sexual tension we’d fought since meeting. It wasn’t gentle, and it wasn’t patient. It was chaos in the middle of the calm, heat meeting heat, and neither of us wanted it to end.
As I thrusted inside her over and over again, she pressed her sensitive clit against my body. “Niko, I’m close,” she moaned.
