“Then why? Why do you always push me away?”
“Because I thought I was protecting you. But I messed up. Badly. I hurt you...” His eyes became an abyss of desperation. “Forgive me, Eve. You are all I’ve ever wanted. I’ll make it right, I promise, just don’t leave me.”
She swallowed a broken breath, too scared to believe him. “Reynner—”
He shook his head, stopping her. “Everything inside here”—he pressed a fist against his chest—“is so fucking empty, an endless darkness without you. I cannot survive the tomorrows if you're not in it—I just can't…”
He took her mouth in a desperately tender kiss. A tremor darted through her. And the shaky walls she’d erected around her heart splintered.
How could it not, when he was her everything? Eve kissed him back.
His groan of relief had yearning surging through her. Needing to touch him, she freed her hands and pulled the tie from his hair, tangling her fingers in the silky strands. He left her mouth to trail his lips along her jaw in tender little nips and kisses down to her bare shoulder.
He tugged at the tight bodice. “How do you open this thing?”
Breathing hard, Eve reached to the left side of her dress. He took over, unzipped and freed her breasts then lifted her up to straddle him. Her knee hit the door. She forgot the pain the moment his mouth closed on her nipple. Desire like hot molasses pooled between her thighs as he licked and sucked. Darts of pleasure uncurled, streaming through her body.
She pushed at his coat. Letting go of her nipple, he moved his seat back and freed his arms. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands over the warm muscled contours of his torso. She lowered her head and pressed her lips to his chest.
“Gods, Eve—” His hands tightened in her hair. “I need you so damn bad.”
***
A visceral hunger tore through him. He had to have her. All of her—had to reclaim her.
This evening had showed him the simple truth. He could never walk away from her. She was the one his heart beat for. Without her, he might as well just hand himself over to Inanna.
Unable to resist her, he took her mouth in another intense kiss. He slipped his hand under her dress and ripped off her panties, too impatient to wait. Then he stroked down her dampness, found her clit and rolled the tiny nub with his thumb. She pulled her mouth away, a breathy moan escaping her. He nipped her jaw as he eased a finger inside. She was too tight—the space too cramped for movement. He shifted and pushed a button on the side to recline his seat.
Eve fell forward and gasped, taking his finger in even deeper. His gaze fixed on her beautiful face, he added another, working her slick passage. Her back arched, her pale breasts and pouty, tan nipples a sensual provocation.
An invitation he couldn’t resist. He suckled on the sensitive nub then growled against her flesh, “I want to taste every inch of you, but this damn car makes that impossible.”
“Let’s go inside, then,” she breathed.
“No. Can’t wait. Need you.”
She reached between them, fiddled with his leathers, and the loud rip of his zipper filled the confined space. She paused, her gaze rushing to his. He knew it was because the last time he hadn't let her touch him.
Now, he simply took her fingers and wrapped them around his rigid sex.
And she damn near unmanned him. Her hand tightened around him, her gaze lowered. She ran her palm up and down his length in wonder.
He almost came in her hand. “No,” he rasped. “In you. Now.”
She shifted and guided his erection to her wet, heated center and slowly pushed down. Her silky sheath fisted him, bringing an erotic pain. He tightened his grip on her hips as she sank over him. Her eyes closed in pleasure, echoed by the husky moan that left her lips.
“Look at me, Eve.” At his gruff demand, her eyes flickered open, settled on him. The familiar blue sparks brightened her gaze again. To know she was joined to him in such an intrinsic way, a primal possessiveness took hold. He cupped her face and covered her mouth in a scorching kiss.
Her palms slid over his shoulders in a rough caress then tangled in his hair. He wanted her touch all over him, wanted it branded in his heart.
She broke free of his mouth, breathing hard. Her nipple so close to his face, he captured it with his lips and sucked on the perky little nub. Another whimper left her, her grip tightened on his hair. She looked down at him.
“Your eyes—glowing,” she panted.
“The mating bond—it’s what you do to me,” he grunted, letting go of her nipple and thrusting harder into her.
“I don’t have it anymore.”
