“Yeah,” he said through gritted teeth. “Yeah, that’s good. Now, move a little bit at a time. I feel you all around me, Evie. Hot. Tight.”
His words, not quite dirty but oh-so sexy, had her rocking back and forth. Soon, she was all the way down on him, and he was stretching her in a way that felt so perfectly right, she couldn’t stop her fingernails from digging into his shoulder.
“Yes, that’s it.” He tilted his hips up, filling her further. “Now, ride me. A little bit at a time.”
She did exactly that—slow and small at first, then as she got more accustomed to the feel of him, faster and harder. When his hands came up to cup her breasts, she bucked even more rapidly.
The pleasure built solidly until she could feel it about to burst. She wanted it to, wanted it to crash over her again. When Theo reached between their bodies and used his thumb to provide the exact pressure she needed to send her spiraling, she sobbed his name over and over, unable to stop.
He began to pump his own hips in earnest, and she met him thrust for thrust. The pace increased until it was a frenzy—the sound of skin on skin filling the room. The sound of him calling her name as his orgasm hit him threw her over the edge again, and she collapsed against his chest, struggling just to breathe.
He stroked his hand up and down her spine as their labored breathing finally quieted. She waited for him to move away from her and tried not to be disappointed when he rolled her to the side so he could get up.
She wasn’t expecting him to reach over and slide her closer. “Come shower with me. Then I think we need to try that at least two or three more times tonight to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.” He pulled her down for a kiss. “Is that okay with you?”
It was more than okay.
17
Theo didn’t sleep all night.
Part of it was the passionate woman sleeping in his arms. They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other. First in the bed, then the shower, then eventually back in the kitchen where they’d eaten again before he’d sat Eva down at the huge dining room table and feasted on her.
He almost let out a groan as he got hard again at the thought of her calling his name so sweetly as he’d tasted her. The fact that she’d put her reservations aside and trusted him with her body the way she had was an honor and humbling.
Every time she’d gotten all wide-eyed and surprised by the pleasure between them, he’d just wanted to do his damnedest to show her more. Not that that was any hardship—he’d been drowning in pleasure himself.
So yes, definitely one of the most fantastic nights of his entire life.
Also, one of the most confusing.
It seemed like the more pieces of the Eva puzzle he discovered, the more baffled he became. He believed her when she said she hadn’t been physically abused by her ex, but he also knew that physical wasn’t the only type of abuse. Hell, physical might not even be theworsttype.
He was glad she’d left him. Whether he’d actually hurt the dogs was irrelevant. If she couldn’t trust that bastard not to harm the two creatures that were obviously the most important part of her life, then getting away from him was critical.
But Theo’s confusion was tied to so much more than that.
It was the way she sometimes spoke about situations as if she wasn’t sure what had just happened. Like when he’d tackled her in the barn and she insisted over and over that she hadn’t fallen.
No, she hadn’t fallen—that hadn’t been in question. He’d been an idiot and jumped her without knowing the full situation.
But it was almost as if she’d needed to convince herself.
Then her confusion tonight about whether she’d hurt herself on purpose, when the bump on her head had clearly been from the storm.
And don’t even get him started on the storm and how many clothes she’d been wearing. All of them so wet, like she’d been out in the rain for an hour rather than a couple minutes.
There were so many things that were just slightly off about what she did and said. But maybe the most disturbing had been some of what had happened in bed.
Like her demand that she liked it rough. Hell, Theo had no problem with aggressive sex, although it wasn’t necessarily his first choice. But he was all for tying up or going hard and dirty on occasion. And if Eva wanted that, he was more than happy to oblige.
But there had been nothing—not one single action by her during their lovemaking—that had made him think she wanted things more aggressive.
The opposite, in fact. The more gentle he was, the more she responded.
Soft kisses and licks. Easy, slow movements of his hands and body. Those had been what drew the biggest response from her. And letting her be on top and control the angle and speed…the amazement in those green eyes would be playing on a loop in his mind for a long damn time.
But so would the picture of her “presenting” herself to him on her hands and knees when he’d come back out of the bathroom with the condom.