“Eva…” He bows toward me, breath hot against my ear. “So desperate for me.”
I wish I could deny it, but any attempt at denial would be pathetic. For one, I’m a bad liar. But mostly, because the truth is slickly abundant around his fingers.
Yes, I am desperate for him.
And he knows it.
18
ALEX
The castle is quiet. Every footstep we take echoes in the stone corridor as we hurry to my room. Eva’s bedroom is too close to Millie’s, and she won’t risk her catching us together.
It took us forever to get out of the dungeon and the basement. Not because the staircases are narrow, but because we couldn’t go two meters without pausing. Her mouth on mine. My hands all over her.
I couldn’t stop touching her.
She couldn’t get enough of it.
Finally in my room, I slam the door shut and bolt the lock. When I turn around, Eva is already in my space, pressing close, fingers curled in my shirt. I grab her waist, pin her to the wall, and kiss her hard enough to feel it in my bones.
“Just for the record, this doesn’t make me your friend,” she breathes, clinging to me.
“I can handle that,” I say against her lips, “as long as you’re happy to be my lover.”
Her laugh is quick, giddy. She’s warm against me, and I’ve already established how wet, how ready she is. The thought fillsme with endless satisfaction. My hands roam, down her back, over her hips. I want to feel every inch of her.
We break apart long enough for me to pull her sweater over her head. She tosses it aside. My shirt follows. Her fingers skim my chest like she’s checking if I’m real.
“Bed,” she says.
I scoop her up before she can change her mind. Her legs wrap around my waist at once.
“Good girl.” I hear my rough voice.
Did I mean to say that aloud?
Her breath is warm on my neck. “Appearances can be deceiving.”
By the time I set her on the mattress, my pulse is hammering.
We strip the rest of the way fast, clothes hitting the floor without care. I take a second—just one—to look at her. Her hair’s mussed, lips swollen from kissing, cheeks flushed.
“You’re staring,” she says.
“Yeah.”
Her mouth curves. “Then stop looking and get over here.”
I do.
Our mouths meet again, slower this time. Desperate as I am to feel her hot, tight pussy around me, I refuse to rush it. We have all night to explore each other, please each other. My hands skim her sides, down over her hips, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us. She arches under me, warm and soft, and absolutely here.
I trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, across the curve of her breast. Her hands clutch my shoulders, then slide down my arms, stroking, gripping. Her hips shift beneath mine, the movement sending heat straight through my cock.
Easy,I tell myself.There’s something I want to do first.
I kiss down her breasts and stomach until I reach her thatch. I lick her, spread the outer lips open and lave her inner folds,murmuring hot, dirty words against her slick flesh. Her little sounds, the way her thighs tighten against my shoulders, the way she pants, tell me everything I need to know. She’s enjoying this intimacy.
