Risky (Torn Between Two Lovers #2)(33)

Chapter Twelve

Trace





She.

Thump!

Is.

Thump. Thump!

Fucking.

Thump!

Mine.

Thump. Thump. Thump!

I stopped, having beaten the shit out of my bag for over an hour. Unfortunately, it hadn’t help curb the raging possessiveness that had been pounding through me since I’d taken Eva the night before.

I was screwed, completely addicted to her, and I would be damned if she ever left. She was like a light to my dark soul, and I was enjoying the illumination and the heat. I f*cking needed her now, and I couldn’t let her go.

I swiped a gloved hand over my forehead. I was sweating like a pig, but I didn’t want to stop venting my frustrations on my pseudo opponent. If I did, I was afraid I’d completely lose it.

“I have to go,” I grumbled irritably, grabbing a towel as I headed for the shower.

Eva and I were due to leave the house shortly. I was already committed to attend the company Christmas party, and it wouldn’t look good if the boss didn’t make an appearance. Honestly, I’d rather stay home and take Eva to bed, f*ck her until I came to my senses.

“I can’t.” My voice was graveled and low as I turned on the cool water of the gym shower while talking to myself. Jesus! I was actually talking to myself, carrying on like I was demented.

I entered the cold water without even flinching. I was getting used to it. I’d never needed a cold shower until I’d met her. Now, I was becoming unfamiliar with the feeling of warm water.

Stroking my hard cock, all I wanted was to get myself off, but I already knew it wouldn’t help. The release never lasted for more than a few minutes. All I had to do was see her and I’d be hard all over again, just like I’d never come.

“Fuck!” I scrubbed my body mercilessly, trying to get the scent of her out of my pores. It didn’t work.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like Eva. Hell, I was obsessed with her. But I didn’t like needing anyone, and I sure as hell didn’t want to feel like I needed to be with her in order to take my next breath. It was a damned helpless situation to be in, and I f*cking hated that, too.

For the first time in a very long time, my emotions were out of control. I’d tried to stay away from her today, certain I’d be able to get my head together. After doing some work in my office, I’d called Dane and Sebastian to see what time they were getting in. Finally, I’d come down here, the only place I could think of to try to get my mind off Eva.

Finished, I turned off the shower, exited the enclosure, and grabbed a towel. As I was hastily drying my body, I wondered what it was about her that wouldn’t let me have a single thought that didn’t involve both of us naked.


It’s not just about sex.

Nope. It wasn’t. If my attraction to Eva was purely carnal, it would be waning by now. Instead, it was getting worse. Even now, I was wondering what she was thinking, what she was doing. Most of all, I wanted to be close to her, breathe the same air she was breathing.

I tossed the towel in the open hamper. “I must be f*cking crazy,” I rasped, afraid for my sanity.

I couldn’t push her away; I couldn’t be close to her without my emotions going on overload.

Disgusted with myself, I ran upstairs and to my room, not sure if I was disappointed or relieved when I found my bedroom empty. I wanted Eva here. I wanted her to invade my life in the way only a woman could.

I dressed quickly after looking at the clock and realizing I should already be out the door. Not that it really mattered. None of my staff needed me to be able to have a good time at the swanky country club where the festivities were being held.

But I hated being late. I was never late.

I donned my black tuxedo quickly, getting ready in record time. I left the bedroom without a backward glance, not wanting my gaze to land on the enormous king-sized bed where I’d f*cked Eva like my life depended on it the night before.

Exiting in a rush, I nearly collided with her as I strode into the hall. I steadied her the moment her body crashed into me.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” We spoke the words in unison.

I couldn’t help but grin at her as she stepped back.

I reached for the collar of my formal white shirt so I could tug on it, suddenly feeling warm. My eyes devoured Eva, her curvy, feminine body in the same red, f*ck-me dress that had haunted me since I’d laid eyes on it a few weeks ago. “You’re wearing…that?”

Her face fell. “Yes. You said it was formal. Does it look bad on me?”

“No.” She looked incredibly sensual, the silky material clinging to her body in places that should probably be illegal. By today’s standards, the dress was modest, but I knew it left her back bare, and the graceful line of her neck showing. Too much of her creamy skin was exposed, and I hated it. “You look beautiful.”

Her hair was drawn up in an elegant style, secured at the top of her head. Her makeup was perfect, and there wasn’t one single thing out of place.

“Thanks.” She fidgeted with her dress nervously.

“Don’t. You look perfect.”

She stopped playing with the garment to look at me, her eyes shining with uncertainly. “Do you really think so? You didn’t sound too sure.”