He pushed her back against the wall. Caged her. He was so . . . hot.
She loved the feel of his hot flesh against her. Actually, she wanted more. A lot more. Even as she kissed him back, matching the wildness of his mouth, her hand slid down his body. Over those rock-hard abs—damn—down to the waistband of his pants. Eve shoved them down. Touched the c**k that pushed toward her. Hot silk over leashed power.
So sexy.
What would he taste like?
She stroked him and wanted to find out.
But he was kissing his way down her neck. Oh, his mouth felt good on her. Then he used the edge of his teeth, and her whole body shuddered. “Cain!” She pumped him harder with her hand. Faster.
He pulled away.
What?
His chest heaving, he stared down at her with those burning eyes. In that fire, she just saw need. Raw desire.
Lust.
“On the bed.” His words were thick with the same lust that lit his eyes.
Her knees wanted to tremble as she walked toward the bed. Would sex against the wall have been so bad? She’d never tried that before, maybe—
He didn’t let her make it to the bed. Two more steps, and he pounced. The room spun around her. She blinked, then found herself flat on the mattress. Her legs were parted, dangling over the edge of the bed, and Cain was between them.
“Need to taste . . . have to . . .”
He put his mouth against her. A mouth that was just as warm as the rest of him. Not burning. Heated just . . . right. His tongue licked over her clit. His fingers slid into her. He tasted.
She came.
But he didn’t stop. His fingers plunged inside her, again and again, and he kept licking her. Sucking her flesh. Her body twisted on the bed. Her ni**les were aching, and she wanted him to touch them. Wanted him to keep his mouth on her. Wanted—
Another orgasm hit her. She screamed because it snapped right through her, hard enough to steal her breath even as the pleasure crashed over her body.
Then he was rising up. Staring at her with a face that could have been carved from stone. He positioned his c**k between her legs. Took her hands. Twined his fingers with hers.
“I’ve been waiting for you . . .”
She blinked, then shook her head, sure that she’d misunderstood. He couldn’t have just said those words. They didn’t make any sense but . . .
I feel like I’ve been waiting for him, too.
“No diseases,” he growled. “I can’t . . . get . . .”
No, he wouldn’t. From what she’d seen, the guy healed from everything when he burned and rose once more. She was on birth control, so pregnancy wasn’t an issue for her.
Want him.
“Eve?”
“Yes . . .” Her whisper. “Cain, come in . . .”
He thrust into her and she forgot everything else. Her legs wrapped around his hips. Eve arched up against him. She’d never been filled this way before. Completely. Totally. This wasn’t just sex.
Possession.
Heat.
Need.
Pleasure.
Every stroke had the sensitive inner muscles of her sex clenching. Aftershocks of release still hummed through her, and the withdrawal and thrust of his aroused flesh just made those aftershocks feel stronger.
Deeper, harder, he thrust.
Her heels dug into his ass. “More.” Her greedy gasp.
He gave her more. The bed jerked beneath then. The headboard rammed into the wall.
He kept giving her more.
Her sex was slick and eager, and Cain slid in deeper. She couldn’t come again—wait, was she still coming? Eve couldn’t tell. There was too much pleasure. Pleasure that didn’t end. It rippled through her body, spiking and rolling, and she cried out his name.
And felt him erupt inside her. His eyes were on her when he came, and those eyes—the flames flared brighter. The heat from his body raged.
Then he kissed her.
The pleasure just kept coming.
So did she.
Eve slept beside him, her slender body naked, pale in the growing light.
Carefully, Cain began to inspect her flesh. He couldn’t remember enough of what had happened—there’d only been a storm of need inside him. Lust that had broken free.
He’d never let his control shatter like that before.
Once, so long ago, he’d seen what had happened to a human when his power flared too hot during sex. The woman with him had screamed when blisters appeared on her arms.
His touch had been too hot.
He’d been too hot.
She’d screamed and shoved away from him, but he’d been so horrified by what he’d done he had leaped back. He’d seen the red imprints on her flesh. The perfect match to his fingertips.
He’d been so careful after that. Holding tight to his control. Never letting go. Surviving on sips of pleasure only.
Not with Eve.
He’d known she could handle any fire he sent her way, and he’d taken every last bit of pleasure that he could.
Her skin was flawless. No blisters. No burns.
But then, he’d seen the flames come toward her at Genesis. They’d burned over her flesh, but never actually hurt her.
What are you?
She’d said she couldn’t create fire, but was that another lie? He couldn’t trust her, wouldn’t.
But he sure as hellfire wanted her again.
He could easily grow addicted to Eve Bradley, and that addiction would be a very dangerous thing.
For him.
Especially for her. She didn’t seem to understand just how dangerous it was for him to want her. His desire could be deadly.
His fingers slid down the curve of her back. She wasn’t warm like him. Slightly cool to the touch, her flesh was so silken and smooth. Touching her seemed to . . . soothe him.
He wasn’t the type to want soothing.
He pulled away from her when his instincts told him to pull her closer. He dressed, yanking on extra clothes that he kept stored at the cabin.
Then he headed toward the door and didn’t look back.
CHAPTER FIVE
He’d left her. Eve had realized that fun fact about, oh, four hours ago. When she’d woken up alone, naked, and cold.
He’d given her a good orgasm—or three. Four? Showing a girl a good time did not mean that the guy could just waltz out the door when she shut her eyes for a minute. Talk about being an inconsiderate jackass.
When she got her hands on him . . .
The door to the cabin flew open. She whirled around. Weapon! She needed a—
Cain stood in the doorway.
Her eyes narrowed to slits. She still needed a weapon. Maybe a lamp to throw at his thick head so he’d get that a guy wasn’t supposed to desert a lady right after mind-blowing sex.