Would I like it? Could I handle it? I was going to find out soon enough.
Harrison toed off his shoes then removed his socks, padding barefoot to the foot of the bed as if he were stalking his prey. I guess that was pretty much what I was to him. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my thighs to stay open, even though I desperately wanted to slam them closed to his gaze.
“Such a good girl.” His voice was husky, but he sounded pleased. He pushed his knees against the mattress and sucked in a deep breath.
“Christ. You’re beautiful,” he murmured, amazement in his voice, “and so fucking wet for me.”
He ran a finger over my swollen pussy, slipping it beneath the folds, slick and throbbing, waiting, yearning. I had to bite my lip not to cry out. My eyes flew open as his touch left me. Bereft, I wanted to beg him to touch me again, anywhere, but I knew instinctively he wanted me to stay still. With wide eyes, I watched him taste me, licking his finger slowly.
“Delicious.” He smacked his lips. “ You please me, Eva.”
Warmth crept over the surface of my skin, from my chest to my cheeks. That was a compliment?
Without touching me, he came to the side of the bed, his eyes trained on me, the corners crinkled as a wicked smile touched his lips. This was torture, not knowing what was coming next.
“Turn around, Eva.”
I gasped. Really?
“Eva.” Just that one word—crisp, clear, assertive—and my spine tingled. It was a command, and he wanted it obeyed without question. I flipped onto my stomach, my heart pumping so hard that my ears whooshed.
“On your knees, hands together behind your back,” he ordered.
Cool steel against my wrists felt odd as he snapped the handcuffs closed. The buckle of his belt hit the floor, then the sounds of a zipper filled the room . . . then only our heavy breathing could be heard. It was as if time both stood still and moved at a breakneck speed. The familiar rip of foil followed and a few moments later the bed dipped behind me as it took his weight.
With both hands on my hips, he lifted my ass into the air. Warm skin caressed the orbs and then he kissed each cheek, his stubble scraping over my sensitive flesh. As he reached for my breasts, cupping them and squeezing, his hard cock nestled in the crack of my ass. He kissed my shoulder, then took a deep breath. “Ready, Eva?”
It wasn’t a question. His cock slipped down and rubbed against my entrance. His hand on my head pushed my cheek deep into the mattress as he slid into my wet pussy. Gripping a handful of hair, every inch of him filled me and he grew larger inside me, thrusting slowly so we could adjust to one another.
I marveled at his control. All I wanted was for him to go faster, deeper, harder. I had an itch I wanted scratched, desperate for the orgasm building in me to reach its climax. I wanted to come on his hard cock, goddammit.
As if he felt my need, his grip on my hair tightened and his thrusts sped up. Now I was taking a pounding, a fine mist of sweat covering my body as his balls slapped into my ass with every stroke forward, building to a crescendo.
He reached between us and found my clit. The second he touched it I went into overdrive and started coming. I was still convulsing, gripping his cock, when I felt a sting on my ass-cheek. I gasped for air. He was simultaneously slapping my ass, rhythmically between thrusts. It was such a turn-on, reverberating through my entire body down to my pussy, causing so much more pleasure than pain.
“Oh God, oh God,” I screamed as my orgasm shook my whole body. Instead of slowing down, it had intensified beyond anything I’d ever experienced.
“Yes, Eva. Scream my name. Tonight you are mine . . . to do with as I please. Say it,” he rasped.
He had me. My body, at least. I wanted nothing more than for him to own me.
“Yes. I’m yours. Tonight.”
“Ahhh, Eva.” He shuddered and found his release, pumping into me as he pulled my hair so hard tears sprang to my eyes.
How was it that this complex man could move me in ways I’d never known before? After this first taste of submitting to him, I wanted more. I was willing to give him my body, because he definitely knew how to get the best orgasms out of me.
But my heart?
No way.
For that, he was way too guarded with his own. He was hard, cold and distant. I knew heartbreak when I saw it, and Harrison Summers would trample my heart to pieces and not give a damn.
But I could do tonight. Submit completely, because I wanted to.
Chapter Forty-Two — Harrison
Waking with a jerk, it took me a few moments to realize where I was. Back at my apartment. Cold. Alone. Hung over. For the third morning in a row, since I’d left Eva’s place. But who was counting?
The sun streamed into the living room and I had to scrunch up my eyes against the glare that was blinding me, shooting arrows of pain into my throbbing head.