A rough laugh. “It’s there—we’re bonded. Can never be broken. It will always glow when we make love,fiyae.”
“Feeya?”
Reynner groaned, his body tight, hovering on the brink. “Gods, baby, later—later, I’ll tell you all you want to know. Hold—” He took her hands and put them behind her on the steering wheel.
Helpless, she stared at him as he grasped her hips and thrust into her, surging harder, faster now. He slipped his hand to where they were joined. His thumb applied pressure on her clit as he rolled it.
“Oh!” she cried out, her body bowing. Her inner muscles squeezing him so tight—fuck! His groin tightened and his release hauled him over. Indescribable pleasure scoring through his body, he spilled himself into her.
Emotions crowded him as the light of their mating bond flared and strengthened. Then he simply held her, his face buried in her neck.
By the heavens, nothing felt this complete. Ever.
After his long, endless life of nightmares and darkness, he’d found his light. His happiness. His peace. Eve.
***
Their heavy breathing filled the car. Eve collapsed against him, her dress in a tangled heap around her waist, his erection still buried deeply within her. The moment too transcendent, she didn’t want to move—heck, didn’t know if shecouldmove. Or if she’d ever want to.
He stirred, his lips gently caressing her cheek. “You think if we slept here, like this, anyone would notice?”
A husky laugh escaped her. “We’d certainly entertain the early risers of New York.”
“I love you, Eve.”
The words were the softest whisper against her ear. Something inside her shifted, and the last flimsy guard around her heart—one she didn't even know was still there—crumbled.
He went motionless. Then cupped her face in alarm as his gaze searched hers, his eyes back to that sexy night-sky shade, the mating glow no longer visible. “What is it?”
She shook her head, a tremulous smile taking shape. “Nothing. It’s just that I never believed this moment would come.”
He kissed away her tears. “Is that all?”
“Yes.”
He continued to examine her face, then those indigo eyes fixed on hers. His grip tightened. “Eve.” A demand.
She knew what he wanted and found it hard to suppress her smile. Brushing his lips in a tender kiss, she whispered, “I love you, too. You know that.”
He exhaled roughly as if his heart had settled. “My Eve.”
Chapter 22
After several blissful minutes, Reynner pressed his lips to her shoulder. “We need to talk.”
Why did those words sound so ominous? Eve shifted on his lap. His sex twitched inside her, his sharp indrawn breath an intoxicating whisper on her senses.
“You move like that, and we’ll definitely give your neighbors a show to remember,” he rasped.
She didn’t care, her body so ready for another bout of lovemaking, even in these cramped quarters. Except her knees were starting to spasm, and the steering wheel dug into her back. With a sigh of reluctance, Eve moved off him. His erection slipped free as she slid back to her seat. Pulling up the top of her dress, she covered her breasts and tugged up her zipper.
Reynner refastened his pants then realigned his seat. Ignoring his open shirt and the coat crushed behind him, he rested his hands on the steering wheel. He seemed to be studying her in the dark. Aware he could probably see her blushing, she hurriedly leaned forward and searched for her torn panties. “What do you want to talk about?”
The silence in the car became heavy. Oppressive.
Anxiety taking hold, Eve turned to him, her underwear forgotten. “Reynner?”
“She was the one who had me trapped in Hell.”
