Then it vanished like it’d never been there. He leaned in and licked her.
Eve’s mind splintered. Desire erupted, a feeling so alien that she jolted and lost her footing, falling over him. With a hand on her stomach, he braced her against the wall, picked up her leg and put it over his shoulder, opening her to his gaze and his mouth. He ran his tongue up her cleft and circled her clit. Lost in the unbelievable sensation he tore from her, she grabbed his hair and held on as he tormented her, pushing her to the edge. His eyes on hers, he grasped her clit with his lips and teeth, gave a little tug—her inner muscles started to contract—
“Eve?”
At the intrusion, a low growl left Reynner, the sound reverberating against her clit. She moaned, moved against his mouth, wanting more, but his hand held her in place, not allowing her the relief she craved.
“Eve?” Aerén called out again. The handle of the locked door rattled. Sanity cracked through her sensual haze, bringing her back with a hard thump.
“No—” She pushed at Reynner. This wasn’t about her. It was payback because she’d seen his horrific past.
“What, little Eve? Am I not good enough for you, now that you know where I’ve been?”
Behind the mocking words, she glimpsed his anger. He pushed her leg off his shoulder and rose to his feet, his lips gleaming wet from her.
Eve tugged down her tunic with shaky hands.
Deliberately, he wiped his mouth. “Go. Get out of here.”
Her chest constricted, her stomach hurt. Her body hummed with unfulfilled desire as she stared into his hard, mind-numbingly handsome face. The ropy muscles of his naked body vibrated with his harsh breathing. Then she noticed the rigidity of his jaw, and eyes that were no longer black but burned with a neon blue flame. His fists clenched so tight, the bones showed white through his skin.
“Leave. Or I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”
His words were a whiplash to her heart, his voice cold, devoid of emotion. A click, and the door unlocked. Eve fled, crashing into Aerén, who stood in the doorway.
“Eve?” He grabbed her by her upper arms. She shook her head. Tears clogging her throat, she broke away and ran for the stairs, unsure if she cried for herself, or for Reynner.
***
His breathing harsh, Reynner stormed into his dressing room. He snatched his sweats and yanked them on, his movements jerky.
She shouldn’t have touched him.
He shouldn’t have touched her!
The moment he realized who he’d woken up to, he’d been caught in an alien time warp. One so strange, it stroked his senses. As furious as he’d been, all he knew was that he had to touch her, to taste her. It was as if his life depended on it.
Gods, he rubbed a hand over his face. All Eve had shown him was kindness, but he couldn’t seem to stop the moment he touched her. Didn’t want to, and when he saw the flare of desire in her eyes, it was the nudge he needed. And taste her he did.
Big. Fucking. Mistake!
Now he wanted more. Wanted something he could never have.
Anger raging through him, he stalked out from the dressing room and found his way blocked.
Aerén stood there, hands fisted, looking like he wanted to clock him. Hard. Reynner didn’t have to guess what had gotten the prince’s dick in a twist.
“Get out of my way.”
“You touched her—I can smell her on you. What the hell is wrong with you?”
Reynner clenched his fingers so he wouldn’t be tempted to punch Aerén. “She is none of your business—”
Aerén lashed out.
Reynner reeled back several feet at the force of the blow, the pain in his jaw vibrating to his head. He’d asked for it. Hoped it would reroute his horny cock to limp oblivion.
The shit didn’t work.
