“I can’t.” The words seemed dragged from him. “I need you too much. If anything happened to you . . .”
Eve tilted her head back. “Nothing is going to happen to me.” They were safe now. The big, bad beast that was Genesis was gone.
“If you die, you can’t rise. You can’t come back to me.”
She caught his hand and pressed it over her heart. “I won’t leave you.” Didn’t he understand? She’d been trying to protect him for so long. The story, the press, the days with the cops—all of it had been to protect him.
But he’d come back. Even though he could have just vanished, he’d found her. He’d put himself at risk for her.
“You deserve better.” His words were gritted out.
And Cain deserved more than hell and madness.
“I want you.” As she stared into his eyes, she saw the wildness flare. Saw the struggle for him to hold on to his control.
Screw control. For them both. Maybe they should rely a little less on control and more on need. Lust.
Trust.
Love?
She pushed him back.
Cain’s eyes widened and he began to shake his head. “Eve . . .”
Did he think she was telling him no? She’d never tell him no. Not Cain. Not her dark lover.
Not the man who’d walked through hell for her. Literally.
She dropped to her knees before him. She didn’t fear his beast. Didn’t fear the man.
He’d given her pleasure before, held himself back to make sure the wild rush was hers. Now, it was her turn.
Her hands reached for the snap of his jeans. The zipper eased down between her fingers.
No underwear. But then, Cain wasn’t exactly the type for silk boxers.
His c**k pushed toward her, fully erect, the head already gleaming with a drop of moisture. The width of his c**k was easily bigger than her wrist. Wide, long.
She licked her lips—then she licked him.
His breath hissed out even as his hands lowered to wrap around her shoulders. “You don’t have to—”
Another slow lick. Then she eased back, just enough to look up into his eyes. “I want to.” Still meeting his eyes, she kissed his flesh again. Opened her lips. Her tongue tasted the moisture on the tip of his arousal.
Tangy. Masculine.
She’d be having more, please.
Her mouth widened even as her left hand circled the base of his erection. She took his c**k between her lips, sucked lightly, and pumped with her hand.
His fingers tightened on her shoulders. His hips pushed toward her. So eager.
She liked him this way. Cain didn’t need to worry about control. Right then, she had it.
It took Eve a moment to realize that her own hips were rocking up with each stroke of her tongue over his flesh.
Tasting him turned her on so much.
She took him deeper into her mouth. Learned where he liked for her to lick. To suck.
“Eve . . .” There was a warning note in his voice.
She ignored the warning. Story of her life.
She ignored the growl and the hard hands on her shoulders and she gave him pleasure—even as she pleasured herself. She took more, deeper, loving the feel of him within her mouth.
“No more!” Cain’s hands pushed her back. “I . . . can’t . . . wait . . .”
She didn’t want him to wait. Eve reached for him again.
In a flash, Cain had her on the bed. Her robe, a loaner from the hotel, was tossed across the room. He had her flat on her back with her legs spread, his hands holding hers to the bed.
His c**k pushed against her sex. “You’re wet.”
More like soaking, but she wasn’t going to argue. Eve arched her hips. “Now.” She could be demanding, too.
She’d sure missed him over the last two weeks.
Cain thrust into her. He groaned. She moaned. And it was wonderful. Perfect. He filled her core, stretched her, sent pulses of pleasure rushing through her.
Then he started to move. Thrusting and withdrawing. Her legs locked around his hips and she held on for that wild ride.
Control was long gone, for both of them. There was no restraint. Only need. A desperate passion driving them toward a release that couldn’t wait.
Her nails dug into his skin. His mouth pressed against her throat.
“Mine.” Cain’s growl, but it could have been hers. She’d thought of him as hers for so long.
Eve stopped thinking in the next instant. Pleasure hit her. Not a ripple. Not a wave. A freaking avalanche of pleasure that had the air freezing in her lungs as her whole body seemed to explode.