Thoughts of her immediately appear, just as they always do. “Eve…” Her name escapes my lips on a growl. I’m unable to stopmyself as images of her on the couch flood my mind. I hear a small gasp and look up to see blue eyes staring at me. I didn’t even notice I had left the other door open to the living room.
Her gaze roams my naked body, making me even more feral with need as I see the heat flash in her eyes. She takes a hesitant step forward, and I close my eyes tightly.
“I’m not in a good headspace now, Eve. You need to go back to bed,” I said.
“What if I don’t want to?” She whispers. I open my eyes to desire flashing in those blue eyes.
“I’m angry with you right now, and I don’t want to hurt you.” I see the shock in her eyes before she quickly recovers.
“You have every right to be angry with me. I can take it. I’ll take anything you can give me as long as you give something, anything, that tells me you still want me.”
“Does this look like someone who doesn’t fucking want you?” Her gaze takes me in again, lingering on how swollen I am right now. Cum leaks out, and she licks her lips, causing me to growl.
I watch her slowly remove her tank top and thong. She’s just as beautiful as I remember, even more so if that’s possible. She walks closer and steps into the shower with me. I will my body to relax, but everything it’s been begging to have is staring me in the face right now. She’s my addiction, and I feel myself start to spiral out of control.
“I’m yours, Ryder. I’ve always been yours.”
I back her up until she hits the wall. My finger trails down her neck to her breasts before I circle her nipple. I pinch it hard, and she gasps before closing her eyes briefly and meeting my eyes. Eyes that I have no doubt show a dangerous storm in them. She doesn’t run, though, as she meets my hard stare straight on.
“How many, Eve?” I roam my hand down her stomach and cup her pussy. I push two fingers in roughly and bite back a moan at how good she feels.
Her eyes cloud with desire as I torture her with my hand. I know every inch of her and what makes her desperate for release. She blinks, trying to focus on what I’m asking her.
“How many what?” I go deeper, and she moans, causing my dick to throb against her stomach.
“How many guys have had this sweet pussy?” I release my hand, and she whimpers from the loss of contact as I slowly suck my fingers clean. God, it’s been so long since I’ve tasted her. I’m breathing hard as I press my erection into her stomach. “How many have tasted you?” I grasp the side of her face and dig my hands into her hair tightly, forcing her to look at me. “Tell me.” I wait for the answer, my heart beating painfully in my chest, hoping I can get past this jealousy I’m feeling.
“You were the last person to touch me, Ryder. The only one I’ve been with and the only one I want,” she whispers, placing her hand over my heart where her tattoo lies. Her lips are inches from mine, and our breaths become heavy as we stare at each other. “I know you’re still angry with me for leaving, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just don’t shut the door on us completely,” she begs.
She waited.Those two words scream at me as I search her eyes for any sign that she’s lying, but all I see is the Eve I fell in love with…my Eve.My lips touch another for the first time in three years as they come crashing down on hers.
Moaning against my lips, she eagerly welcomes me in as I roughly take what I’ve been missing. Our tongues collide with an urgency that has me biting her bottom lip before sucking down hard. I feel her fingernails rake down my back, and I relish in the sting it brings, matching what I feel on the inside.
The need to be in her overtakes all of the questions I still have as I lift her up against the tile. She moans her approval as she rubs against me, desperately wanting what we’ve both beendenied. I break the kiss and take in her closed eyes and swollen lips.
“Look at me, Eve.” She opens her eyes as I wait at her opening. “Don’t ever fucking leave me again,” I growl out. “I want to hear you say it,” I say when I see her nod.
“I won’t. I promise.”
I plunge in deep, and my whole body goes still when I’m completely covered in her warmth. I rest my forehead to hers, and emotions overtake us both. I feel the wetness of her cheek against mine as tears fall silently down her face. I’ve prayed every day that I would feel her again, and it’s like no time has passed as our bodies instantly recognize each other as home.
I start to move, savoring the feel of her tight around me until the need to make her mine again overtakes me as I go harder and deeper. I grip her ass tightly, knowing I’m being too rough but unable to stop this frantic need.
The water rains down on us, our bodies slick and molded together as one. She fists my hair as I feel her start to tighten around me. When my name leaves her lips on a cry, and I feel her squeeze me tightly, I pour into her on a moan. My body trembles as waves of pleasure shoot through me.
I bury my face in her neck until my heart rate slows, and I can catch my breath again. It’s then that I notice her body shaking under me as she quietly sobs against me. I release the firm hold I have on her and slowly lower to the floor.
Guilt slams into me as I see all the red marks on her from my fingers digging into her flesh. I turn my back to her and place my hands on the wall, bowing my head. I’ve never once looked at her in anger, let alone bruise her fucking skin.
“Ryder?” She sniffles. The fact that I made her cry is like a knife to the gut.
“Just go, Eve,” I say quietly. I shouldn’t have touched her tonight. I knew I wasn’t in the right headspace. I’m still so angrythat I missed so much these past three years. I know it’s not her fault, but the need to punish her, to make her feel the pain I feel, is consuming me, and I don’t trust myself right now.
I don’t even know if I can trust her not to leave again if she was ever backed into a corner like she was before. We’ll never know if she chose right, but the bottom line is she did choose, and she chose to walk away from the life we had built together. She chose to walk away from…me.
I feel her come up behind me and flinch when her hand touches my back. She immediately pulls it away. I want to turn around so badly and just pretend none of this has ever happened—to carry her to my bed and keep her there forever. I clench my fists against the wall and fight off the urge to give in. Eve and Ryland deserve the best version of me, and I need time to get over this feeling of betrayal. I need time to trust her again.
I hear her start to walk away before she hesitates and stops. “I know I’ve thrown a lot at you all at once, and I know it’s going to take some time for you to forgive me, but I’ll wait, Ryder. I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll prove that to you.” I turn and watch her walk out of the shower before she grabs a towel and wraps it tightly around her.
