I didn’t care when he grasped my hair. “I need you to take me into your mouth, Eva.” His voice was already desperate and demanding.
“You need me?” I asked, wrapping my hand tighter around the root of his cock. I wanted to hear the same thing he did when he’d been pleasuring me.
“More than I’ve ever fucking needed anything.” His voice was low and feral, scratchy and hoarse.
My heart soared, and that was all I wanted to hear. I wrapped my lips around his cock and took as much of him between my lips as I could handle.
I might be unskilled and inexperienced, but it wasn’t like I hadn’t heard and read about sex acts for years. I tightened my lips around him and sucked as I pulled back, only to have him push my head forward to take him again almost immediately.
I let him tutor me this time, use his grip on my hair and the strength of his hand to tell me what he wanted. And Trace wasn’t shy.
“Suck me harder, Eva. Fuck! I’m not going to last.”
He set a brutally fast pace, his hips coming up to fuck my mouth as his hand pressed my face forward. The entire experience was carnal and raw, and I cherished every untamed moment of him as he cursed and groaned his approval.
“Christ. You’re making me crazy, Eva. I’m going to come like a fucking horny teenager.” He sounded like he was struggling to breathe.
I didn’t care how he came, I just wanted it to happen. I wanted to give him the same ecstasy I’d experienced a short time ago.
Do it. Come for me, Trace.
I took my free hand and gently fondled his balls, and his body tensed.
“Move back unless you want a mouthful,” he warned urgently.
I did. I wanted it. I wanted to experience every single part of Trace. I wrapped my lips around him harder, even though he was nudging my head away from his pulsating cock, and then I took as much of him as I could, plus a little bit more.
“Dammit, Eva!” he groaned desperately, his back coming off the bed as he seemed to be in a battle…with himself. “You feel too damn good.”
I felt the rush of his hot release in the back of my throat as he stopped trying to fight with himself, and I swallowed happily. His reaction was exquisite, the moment almost surreal.
Trace Walker was completely lost in his release, his grip on my hair wild and almost painful as he spilled himself with an abandon I’d never experienced before.
His body relaxed and he flopped back down on the bed. I could hear his labored breathing as his grip on my head relaxed.
I savored the experience, licking him clean as he struggled to take in air, then crawled slowly up beside him.
“I warned you,” he said harshly, his voice raw.
“I know. I wanted to taste you,” I answered honestly as I laid on my stomach next to him and arranged a pillow under my head.
Although I knew that it was going to be painful when my job with Trace was over, I wanted to experience everything I could while I was with him. I’d been deprived of feeling anything but fear and devastation for so long that I couldn’t resist taking any kind of joy I could experience, even if I’d pay for it later.
I felt him sit up and reach for the sheet and quilt at the end of the bed. I squealed as his hand came down on my bare ass with a whack!
“What was that for?” I asked in a faux outraged voice.
“For driving me crazy,” he grumbled as he covered our bodies and gathered me close to him, making me abandon my pillow for his shoulder.
I smiled as he tucked the covers around me protectively. “I’d say it was a pretty short drive. You hired your stepsister to be your fiancée, and she ends up being a convict. But you still didn’t run away.” I was teasing him, but really, maybe he was just a little bit off the rails.
“You’re not a convict, and I’d never run away from you. I need you too damn much.” He sounded completely serious, and somewhat disgruntled.
That shut me up. My heart might be rejoicing, but I knew I couldn’t make too much out of his admission.
I need you, too.
The thought jumped into my mind, but I closed my mouth so I didn’t say it aloud. If I’d learned anything in my rough background, it was that there were very few people in life I could count on long term except myself.
Closing my eyes, I let myself enjoy just being in his arms, his arms protectively enclosing me. For now, I felt safe, and that had to be enough.
Chapter Fifteen
Trace
“I’m still trying to figure out how you scored a woman who can cook as well as Eva,” Sebastian Walker said nonchalantly as he tossed back a whiskey in one gulp.
I hadn’t realized how much I missed Sebastian and Dane until they’d arrived for Christmas. Having Britney around made things tense, but my youngest brother didn’t seem to be hopelessly in love with her. At least I hoped he wasn’t.