Risky (Torn Between Two Lovers #2)(19)

“So tight. So wet. So f*cking hot,” Trace said huskily. “I’m never going to want to let you go.”

I knew he would let me go, but I’d worry about that later. Right now, all I wanted to do was experience my first taste of passion with Trace. He was the man I’d been waiting to give my untried body to, the man who could make me ache with desire. “Fuck. Me.”

He was clenching his teeth, the muscle in his jaw ticking. I knew he was trying to gain control, and I didn’t want him to find it. I tightened my grip with my legs and grinded up against him.

“Hold it, Eva. I can’t take you like this. I need to be gentle.”

“Screw gentle,” I panted. “I need you, Trace. Please.”

My words seemed to encourage him, and he pulled himself almost out of my channel before he slammed back in. “I have no f*cking control with you,” he growled.

He f*cked me hard, then harder still, like his life depended on him giving me his cock. I reveled in the soreness, the testing of my muscles as they clenched around him. “Yes. No control. No mercy,” I urged, wanting him just as raw and untamed as he could be.

“I can’t wait,” he said with an urgent groan.

He pistoned in and out of me so hard and fast that my short nails were digging into the smooth skin of his back. I could feel my orgasm rising, bubbling eagerly to release. “Don’t wait,” I pleaded, needing to watch him come.

He surprised me when his hand slid between our bodies, his fingers searching. I imploded as he put pressure on my clit, forcing me to an explosive climax.

Heat raced through my body, and my channel clamped down on his cock as I rode the waves of ecstasy coursing through my body.

I watched his reaction as he came, his head back, groans of pleasure slipping from his lips as naturally as breathing. “You feel so good, Eva. I never want to f*cking leave you.”

I never wanted him to go, but I knew I was just living in the moment. There was no other man I’d ever wanted to give my body to, and my first experience had been divine. I hadn’t been waiting for anyone in particular, just somebody who made me feel the way Trace did.

We stayed connected, the weight of his body heavy but welcome as we struggled to breathe in the aftermath of a stunning pinnacle I’d never reached before. Stroking the damp skin of his back, I lost track of time. My mind was still reeling when he finally began to leave, placing a quick but passionate kiss on my mouth before he freed himself from my clinging arms.


He slid off me slowly, striding to the bathroom, presumably to lose the used condom.

I laid there watching him, unable to move, unable to think. My mind was as spent as my body.

He’d moved gracefully, without a hint of body shyness. Not that he had any reason to be self-conscious.

Moments later, he was back, and the steady pattern of breathing I’d reestablished became irregular all over again.

He sat and pulled my naked, vulnerable body into his lap. “Tell me. Explain to me why you would let me to take your body when you’ve never given it to any other man.”

“There was no other man I wanted to give it to,” I explained breathlessly. “It wasn’t like I was saving it for some reason, I just never wanted to be with anyone like that.”

He lifted a brow at me. “Nobody in all these years? Where the hell have you been?”

I took in his brooding expression, knowing I was going to have to tell him the truth. I felt vulnerable, stripped bare in a way I’d never experienced before.

“Eva?” His stare was unwavering, waiting.

I felt like he was staring directly into my soul, and God help me, I couldn’t lie. “I was in prison. I just finished my parole a year ago. When I was eighteen, I went to a women’s correctional facility for three years. I’m sorry. I should have told you. You just f*cked a felon.”

I hadn’t thought about how he’d feel about screwing a convicted criminal. All I had wanted was just a moment to live a dream.

I struggled to get away from him as I saw the shocked look on his face, and for just a second, what I thought was probably revulsion.

I’m a criminal. What did I expect?

Nobody was going to overlook the fact that I’d been a prisoner for most of my adult life. Nobody ever did.

Stumbling to my feet, I turned and ran to my room, not even bothering to pick up my clothes. I locked the door with trembling fingers, turning around and sliding down against it until my bare ass hit the carpet.

Then and only then did I release the anguish that was locked up inside me, sobbing like a small child as I wrapped my arms protectively around my nude upper body and let the torrent begin.





Chapter Seven

Eva



I was devastated the next morning when the enormity of what I’d said and done the night before really hit me.

I sat up in bed, unrested, and tossed my unruly hair from my face.

“Oh, God,” I moaned as I ran a hand down my face.

I told Trace about my past after the most earth shattering moments of my life.

Everything he’d done to me and to my body had felt so damn perfect, every minute surreal. Why had I gone and destroyed it?

“Because there’s something about him that won’t let me lie,” I whispered to myself.

At some point during the night, I’d moved from the floor, undressed and donned a pair of pajamas. The tears had finally dried up, the sobs subsided. I felt worn out, raw and more vulnerable than I ever had in my entire life.