The Kiss (11 page)

“Eat with me, Eva. Stay with me?” He asked.

She turned to him and he took her in his arms. “Don’t, that’s not
why I came.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t.” And with his eyes blazing
passion into hers Eva couldn’t say a single word.

He smiled slowly and bent his head to hers. Half of her wanted to
pull away but the other half was held captivated. 
I’ll regret it… I’ll
regret it…

The kiss was explosive, just like the last time, their lips
merged as one and tingles skittered across Eva’s skin. She groaned beneath him
and he pulled her close, his hands spanning her waist.

“God, I want you,” he whispered and Eva allowed him to pull her
even closer. “I shouldn’t want you this much but I do.”

The kiss might have lasted forever for all Eva knew. Rational
thought had fled her mind. Her nipples ached and all she could think of was
sating the pulse she could feel between her legs. He lowered her to the bed,
softly, gently so that she didn’t even notice until it was below her. With
careful hands he slid her t-shirt over her shoulders, deepening the kiss as he
did so. Her arms found their way around his neck without any help and when he
ripped her bra open, literally ripped it open, the only thought chasing through
her brain was
yes
.

His mouth kissed its way down her neck, along her collarbone
before fastening over one shockingly erect nipple, his hand massaging the
plumpness of her breast and she moaned with longing. He licked and sucked and
teased the first one and then the other until Eva cried out, begging him to do
something, anything.

Just when she thought she would go mad with desire he lifted
himself up and looked into her eyes. “Do you want me, Eva?” he asked. “Because
God knows I want you.”

He took her hand and placed it directly on his pants. She could
feel his erection throbbing through them.

“See what you’ve done to me.”

She shook her head, not to deny him, but to try and clear it.
“I—”

He quieted her by brushing a finger across one engorged nipple
and Eva’s body bucked of its own accord. She wanted him, more than she had ever
wanted anyone, what was the point in denying it? What was the point in fighting
it?

He didn’t wait for answer to his question; he simply slid down
the bed and then dropped down to his knees. Eva lifted herself on to her
elbows, and looked down at him, as he pulled her by the ankles to the very edge
of the bed.

Her breath was ragged, her whole body clenching at the thought of
what he might do. He smiled, wickedly and then slowly, so slowly it was almost
unbearable he pulled her joggers down her hips and legs. Every single cell
tingled in anticipation and her fingers dug into the silk sheets.

Reaching out he stroked the red of her panties and then, just
like with her bra, he ripped them apart. Eva gasped at where the lace dragged
across her skin and made to sit up but one hand pushed her gently back.

“This pleases me, Eva,” he said. “Let me pleasure you.”

“But...” she began.
Oh God what the hell am I doing?

“Shhh,” he said. “Shhh.” And then his mouth was on her and any
resistance still lingering faded away into nothing.

The sensations were explosive; his tongue lapped at her, his
fingers teased her. He rubbed and nibbled and licked over and over until Eva
screamed in agony. One finger entered, then another. He pressed on something at
the exact same moment he sucked her entire clit into his mouth and in an
instant Eva fell over the edge.

Waves of pure pleasure pulsed through every part of her body and
she grabbed the back of his head to keep him there. She knew she was screaming,
knew the sound was coming from her but could do nothing to stop it. The waves
pulsed and receded and she soared in time with them.

Finally, spent, she fell back onto the bed and tried to catch her
breath.

He was on his feet in an instant and she realized that he was
undressing. Eva could only watch in a sort of mute fascination as bit by bit
his body was revealed. His chest was covered in a fine dusting of black hair
that she immediately wanted to stroke, his stomach was flat and muscled and his
cock... it was just as amazing as she suspected and her body clenched again.

“Touch me, Eva,” he demanded.

Helpless not to she scooted to the edge of the bed and gripped
his length. Licking her lips hungrily she tentatively tasted him.

“Yes, Eva, yes.”

She took him into her mouth and sucked greedily. He tasted of
desire and maleness all wrapped together and she couldn’t get enough. She
licked and nibbled and took as much of him as she could. It wasn’t enough, he
was too big and her mouth too small so she wrapped both hands around him and
stroked him slowly in time with her mouth. His hips bucked and the sounds of
his desire sent an ache throbbing through her.

Eva wanted him, she had to have him.

Almost like he had read her mind he pulled away and lifted her
back onto the bed. Eva lay down for him; her legs open in complete surrender.
He covered her with his body, his mouth found hers and they tasted of each other.

Before Eva had a chance to think about what was happening he
plunged into her. A gasp escaped as the full length of him stretched her. It
was the most amazing sensation she had ever experienced, so pleasurable it was
almost painful. Her whole body convulsed around him and before she could form a
thought she screamed again.

“Eva... Eva... Eva,” he chanted.

Wrapping her arms around him, desperately trying to hold some
sort of coherent thought, Eva felt the orgasm chase through her body.

“Please,” she screamed and he thrust into her again. In and out,
in and out, his cock teasing the sensitive inner walls of her pussy, creating
one blinding ache after another for what seemed like an eternity. 

Eva could do nothing but ride with him.

‘Come with me,’ he demanded and thrust one last explosive time
and both fell together, completely over the edge.

Chapter
Seventeen

Eva didn’t know how long it took for the tremors racking her body
to subside, a while is the best guess she could give. A while for the little
shivers, the little shudders and the little points of sensation to begin to
fade.

Eventually her body quieted and she became lost in a sort of
sated haze that felt but did not think. She could feel him, this man, who for
all intents and purposes, she barely knew, burying his face in her hair and
holding tight as they tried to catch their breath, but she couldn’t think about
it.

She thought that maybe he was… sniffing her hair? But she
couldn’t find the energy to consider his actions in any meaningful way. She
could clearly feel the sensation of his weight pressing against her but could
find no words to protest or ask him to move. Eva was lost in the moment, could
only take one ragged breath after another, and glory at the deep ache between
her thighs.

Time passed and he turned onto his side pulling her with him so
that they were still joined. His arm wrapped around her, securing her tight
against his chest. He breathed a sigh of what Eva could only guess was
satisfaction.

He wasn’t the only one.

Eva was deeply and mind numbingly sated. Every bone, every
muscle, every part of her felt languid and relaxed and she couldn’t help but
smile like an idiot. 

“Sleep now lover,” he said and placed one light kiss on her
forehead.

Eva nodded absently, because it would be so easy to sleep next to
him, warm and safe in his embrace and it was also true that she was
unexpectedly tired. The nervousness and the adrenaline must have zapped the
energy from her—ridiculous considering she’d only got out of her own bed a couple
of hours ago. Yawning she snuggled in closer, the hair on his chest tickling
her nose, his hand brushing her heated skin.

“And when you wake…” The suggestion in his voice was obvious and
Eva both blushed and smiled at the same time. The blush won out as right then
the full enormity of what they’d just done came to her. 

“We’ve only just met. Like two days ago,” she whispered and in
her fog of contentment a slight twinge of embarrassment reared its head.
I’ve
just had sex, the most explosive sex ever, with a man I’ve known for two days
.
Fuck.

He laughed softly and kissed her head again, Eva’s skin tingled
like popping candy. “Feels like it’s been weeks.”

“Only it hasn’t,” Eva said, turning herself around to look him in
the eye. This, after all, was not a conversation to have with the wall. His
eyes burned into her and the ache between her thighs increased. She wanted him
again, but first she had to get some things straight.

Is now really the time for a post-mortem
? She pulled back
slightly, away from his musky skin, a little distance necessary to clear her
head. Time or no Eva felt as though she needed him to understand that this
wasn’t her usual modus operandi. That she didn’t jump into the sack with
everyone after a handful of hours. Why his good opinion counted she didn’t
know, and was not ready to question that just yet. A little clarity around the
whole I’m-not-a-raging-whore would be enough. “Adam,” she began. “I need you to
know that I never jump into bed with someone so quickly. I don’t know what the
hell that was, how it happened so…fast.”

Wrapping a hand around her hip Adam pulled her back against him.
Their bodies merged together again and Eva shivered. “Then I feel even more
honored than I already did,” he said. “I wanted this the first moment I saw
you, I’m not going to deny that. It’s a bit quick, true, but it happens that
way sometimes. When it’s right, it’s right.”

“I’m a little…” Eva started to say but nothing sounded right in
her head.
I feel like a slut? I’m not usually so easy? None of it worked.

“A little what? Happy? Satisfied?” he asked. “I hope so, because
I feel fantastic. All last night as we sat across from each other I was
desperate to reach across and kiss you, feel your lips against mine.” He paused
to squeeze her hip and brushed a kiss across her lips. Eva barely contained a
whimper. “When I went to bed I stroked myself thinking about you, imagining
what you’d feel like beneath me. I thought about your amazing breasts as I
pumped myself to orgasm. And Eva I can tell you right now that the fantasy
wasn’t even close to the reality. We should have done this as soon as we met.”

The heat in his words was enough to relax her, she laughed,
embarrassment fading to be replaced with absolute satisfaction. How could she
regret anything they’d done when he spoke to her like that?
No, I can’t
regret it, not now, not right at this moment. Later maybe, but not now.

 “I just can’t believe this has happened.”

He pulled her even closer. “It was fated from the moment we laid
eyes upon one another. I looked across and saw you and...”

“And what?” she asked. Lost in a haze of relaxation she wanted to
keep him talking. Something about his voice pulled at something indefinable
inside of her. 

“Your eyes, those amazing eyes and your hair, it was begging for
me to set it free.”

Laughter gurgled up and Eva buried her face in his chest. “I hate
my hair loose.”

“It must never be tied away in my presence again,” he stated. “In
fact I will dispose of all bands and ribbons and what not to make sure of it.”

Laughing again Eva wrapped her fingers around his. Minutes
passed, minutes of simply breathing each other in and glorying in the moment.
She could feel herself beginning to drift into what she knew would be a deep
sated sleep when something else occurred to her. The final piece of the puzzle
maybe.

“What’s your full name?” she asked, stifling a yawn. “It seems
like I should know that about the man I’ve just slept with.”

 At first he did not reply and Eva thought maybe he was already
asleep or maybe she was, but after a moment his free hand moved into her hair
and began rubbing in the most perfect circular motions. If she’d been a cat Eva
would have purred.

“Winterwood,” he said at last. “Adam Winterwood.”

Chapter
Eighteen

By the time Eva awoke—after the third bout of explosive sex—he
was gone, if not for the fact she was still in his bed she could easily have
assumed the whole episode to be sort of dream created by her sex starved brain.
She sat up, pulling the silken sheets with, and curled her arms around her
knees. She was still naked—embarrassed about that fact—and the sheets fluttered
around her sensitized skin making her shiver.

She wondered where her t-shirt and joggers were, she couldn’t see
them on the floor. She also wondered also where Adam was, the curtains were
drawn so she couldn’t tell if it was dark but thought it must be. The air had a
night time feel to it, certainly it wasn’t morning yet.

What the hell have I done?
Eva dropped her head against
her knees—the embarrassment now returning with full force—and tried to get a
hold of herself. Just as she’d told Adam her behavior was completely out of
character, yes she’d had flings in the past, but with people she knew, not some
random strangers. And Adam, despite the intense desire raging between them,
despite the reassurance of his words, was just that: a stranger.

She also felt oddly hurt. He’d left without even a word. After
the most amazing sex Eva had ever experienced he’d just gone.
Did I imagine
the closeness between us? Have I spun a whole bunch of ridiculous fantasies
that aren’t really true?

It was certainly possible Eva had to admit. Her brain didn’t seem
to work properly around him. No man had ever affected her like Adam, no man had
captured so much in such a short space of time. Two days, almost no time at
all.