“I’m sure you did.”
“He didn’t seem to care. He sort of backed me into a corner, and I couldn’t seem to . . . Then he, hmmm, he . . .”
“Oh.” Mira felt something flutter in her belly. “I see.”
“No, no, he didn’t punch me or anything.”
“That’s not what I thought. He . . . made love to you.”
“No. That’s not the way it was. He just took me over. I wasn’t going to stand for it. I told myself I wouldn’t, but I was . . . Damn it, I was aroused, and he knew it, and he was ripping my clothes and we were sort of struggling a little, then we were on the floor and I was ripping his clothes and we were on each other like animals or something. I couldn’t stop him, or myself, or any of it, and I didn’t want to because, God, I was so hot I’d have let him eat me alive.”
“Oh my,” Mira managed.
“I shouldn’t have told you.” Mortified, Eve squeezed her eyes shut. “What was I thinking?”
“No, no, sweetheart, that was a very unprofessional reaction, and I apologize. But it was a very female one.” And she thought her husband was going to be quite delighted with the aftereffects of this heart-to-heart with Eve.
“I didn’t just let him take me, I helped him. I enjoyed it.” She looked down, miserably, at her empty hands. “That’s got to be sick.”
“Not enjoying what you just described to me might be. Enjoying it was completely healthy. Extremely healthy, if I might say so. Eve, you love each other. Passionate sex—”
“It went over the top of passionate.”
“Please, my system can only handle so much.” And now Mira laughed. “You and Roarke are two strong, stubborn, physical people who are wildly in love. He was angry with you for your attempt to protect him at your own risk. As you would be if he did the same.”
“But—”
“You know that’s true. As much as you know you’d do the same thing again, just as he would. You dented his ego, always a tricky proposition with a man, particularly a man like him. Then, before he could come to full terms with it, he walks in on you being hit on by another man.”
“He had to know that I wouldn’t have—”
“He did, of course. But he wouldn’t stand for two slaps at his ego. Think a moment, and answer honestly. Would you really want him to stand for it?”
“I . . . maybe not,” she admitted, grudgingly. Then she blew out a breath, surprised that she felt considerably better. “No, I wouldn’t want him to stand for it.”
“Of course not. And his reaction was, given who he is, physical. The fight reasserted his ego. Territoriality, Eve. This woman is mine.”
“That’s what he said,” sh
e muttered.
“Naturally enough. You are. Just as he’s yours. Then you stand there, holding your weapon on him. Oh, what a sight that would have been. So he, metaphorically speaking, drew one of his own.”
Eve’s lips quivered. “Dr. Mira, I think that’s crude.”
“Nonetheless. Both of you reacted as natural for you, engaged in a bout of rough, sweaty sex that no doubt satisfied you.”
“You’d have thought so, but we hadn’t even cooled off when he picked me up off the floor and carried me into bed and did it all over again.”
Mira stared, rather blankly. “Does he have a particular diet? Vitamins?”
Eve felt her grin spread and the muscles that had been tied all day loosen. “Thanks. And I don’t even have to throw up like I did after drinking screamers and eating ice cream with Mavis.”
“That’s a plus. The man loves you with everything he has, everything he is. Eve, that means you can hurt him. Make the time, and go talk to your husband.”
“I will.”
“I have to get back to the office.” Mira rose. “I plan to finish up early today, go home, and ravish my husband.”