Cain shuddered against her and his hold tightened even more.
Then he spun her around and pressed her back against the wall, caging her with his body.
His very aroused body.
His tongue slid over hers. The guy could really do some amazing things with that tongue and—
Cain’s head lifted. His eyes were still so dark. Lost. He stared down at her. “I remember your taste.”
That was, ah, something, right?
“Eve.” His voice was so low and rough.
She nodded.
His eyes squeezed shut and he turned his head away from her. “This . . . I’m trying to stop.”
He sounded like he was hurting. So bad.
Her hands were on his shoulders. Stroking his too-hot skin. “What’s happening to you?”
He flinched at her voice even as he seemed to turn in to her touch.
“Cain? You . . . you know me.” He hadn’t appeared to recognize her moments before. He’d just looked at her and lusted. Sometimes, a girl could enjoy being the focus of all that raw need.
Sometimes, she needed more.
His gaze met hers, and she saw the danger in his stare. “Even hell can’t make me forget some things.” His hand rose to her mouth. “I came back . . . wanting your taste again.”
Eve swallowed. “Cain?”
“I opened my eyes”—he pulled away from her and stood with his back to her—“saw you and thought . . .”
What? What had he thought?
“Mine,” Cain growled out the one word.
Her heart was about to race right out of her chest.
“You should leave. Run away from me.” Still in that dark, rough voice. One that sent shivers sliding over her because it was . . . sexy.
Danger had always been sexy to her.
Cain was definitely dangerous.
She wasn’t leaving. He’d helped her. She’d helped him. Didn’t he get it? They were a team.
Until this mess was over.
“I’m not going anyplace,” Eve told him and was rather proud of the firm sound of her own voice.
His back tensed. “You don’t know . . . how thin my control is right now.” He glanced back at her, and she saw the stark hunger etched on his face. “When I come back . . . I’m not the same . . . I need.”
She was getting that.
She was also thinking . . . He isn’t the only one who needs. “You’re not leaving me alone this time.”
He frowned at her. Still looked lost and angry and wild.
Eve licked her lips and his jaw locked. Her breath whispered out and she said, “This time, you don’t dump me at a truck stop and never look back.”
“Eve . . .”
She stepped toward him. Lifted her chin. “I want you, too.” The stark truth. Pride wasn’t going to hold her back. He needed. She needed.
Screw pride.
“If you dump me like that again, I will hunt your ass down.”
He was shaking his head. “This is your chance . . . go.”
Simply, she said, “No.”
And he took her. Pounced. Had her in his arms and pushed right back up against the wall behind her. She could almost hear the shredding of his control, and Eve didn’t care. She wanted his wildness. Wanted the lust and the fury and the pleasure.
Wanted everything.
When you’d had nothing for so long, you were greedy for every emotion.
The adrenaline still pumped through her body, heightening her sensitivity to his every touch. They fought, both trying to yank off her shirt, and then it was on the ground.
He shoved her bra out of the way and his mouth closed over one nipple. Licking. Sucking. Scoring the tight peak lightly with his teeth.
Her hand sank into his hair even as she moaned his name.
His fingers slid down her body as he licked her. Cain pushed down her jeans. She kicked away her shoes. Then his fingers were between her legs.
And she was already wet for him. Slick, hot, so ready. His fingers slid inside, thrusting knuckles deep.
“Can’t . . . wait . . .” A growl against her skin.
Then he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him. Needed. Wanted—
Cain drove into her, sinking deep in a thrust that had her gasping. Her shoulders slammed back against the wall. He withdrew. Plunged deep. No easy ride. No tender touches.
Everything was just . . . wild.
Rough. Hard. Fast. He drove into her again and again. Her sex closed around him, holding tight, and his c**k seemed to swell more inside her, stretching her with delicious pleasure.
His hands were on her hips. Holding her. Lifting her. Getting her to take more of him. More.