Blood of Eve (Trilogy of Eve 2)

He gripped my waist, holding me still.

Like Jesse, he had an invested interest in the validation of my IUD. As much as he’d seemed to enjoy wrestling Jesse into submission in the bathroom, I doubted he wanted to beat Jesse’s ass on a continual basis to keep me from becoming pregnant.

Pressure built inside me as Jesse’s finger pushed and curled. He stretched deeper, and a shadow bounced at the edge of the screen. He watched the image for a moment, making it jump with the thrust of his hand.

He slid his hand away and straightened my skirt. “Okay.”

“Okay what?” I arched a brow and closed my knees.

He sat back. “I wanted to see the screen interact.”

“What? You thought it was a recorded image or something?”

He crossed his arms and chewed on the edge of his thumb—same hand he fingered me with—as he studied my face. “You’ve had the IUD four years?”

Was he still doubting its effectiveness? I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. “Yeah, it’ll last—”

“They were only approved for five years, but they’re actually effective for seven years or longer.” His mouth crooked up behind his thumb. “I picked the nurse’s brain in Arkendale.”

My heart rate increased, and a sheen of moisture formed on my skin. Did that mean he trusted the IUD? Trusted it enough to give me that final part of himself?

Shea wiped the gel off my stomach with a tissue. Then she slid off the bed with the ultrasound machine tucked under her arm, singing, “Somebody’s getting laid tonight.”

Jesse didn’t take his eyes off me, ever calculating and patient, without acknowledging Shea at all.

“Okay then.” She walked backward. “I’m just going to…uh…” She wiggled her fingers at me and slipped out the door, shutting it behind her.

Jesse continued to stare at me, stringing along the tension. How long would he keep me waiting?

I rose on my knees and faced him head-on in a battle of glares.

The bed bounced behind me, followed by Roark’s footsteps, his soft voice absent of all humor. “Since this is your first time together, I’ll give ye some privacy.”

“Stay,” Jesse and I said at the same time, without breaking eye-contact.

I didn’t know what prompted Jesse’s desire for Roark’s presence. I wanted him there because he loved to watch, because I hoped he would eventually join in, and because this wasn’t just a relationship of two.

The chair beside the bed creaked, the sound of Roark settling in. I grinned at Jesse, trembling with a heady flush of arousal. There were endless ways to jump full-speed ahead. I could remove my clothes, play with my nipples, or finger myself until Jesse attacked me. But I didn’t want to rush him or control this.

It was incredibly arousing the way he watched me, possessing me with a look, making me wait. I wanted his command, wanted to bend beneath the steady, imposing strength of his will.

The weight of his eyes held me in place for an eternal moment, then he looked away. But the spell wasn’t broken.

My gaze followed him as he stood. As he pulled the heels from my feet and dropped them. As he gripped my skirt and yanked it, along with my panties, down my legs and off. As he lifted the shirt over my head and tossed it behind him.

I stared up at his face, magnetized by the raw sexuality of his gorgeous features, and held my breath.

“On your hands and knees. Face the headboard. Legs spread.”

Holy hell, the sternness in his voice sent my inner muscles into a clenching frenzy. Spinning into position, with my ass in the air, breasts hanging beneath me, and pussy bared, I’d never felt more desired.

He prowled around the bed, viewing my body from every corner, his gaze tracing my mouth, the curve of my ass, the V between my legs, as if he didn’t know which end to fuck first.

The fall of his steps glided steadily along the carpet. I held my lower body still, braced on hands and knees, and pulse thundering as I tracked his movements with my eyes, craning my neck, willing him to move closer, to touch me. Fuck, I needed him, needed his hands on me, the force of his hunger holding me down, his cock shoving inside me, dominating my pleasure with every breath in his body.

He stopped at the foot of the bed. “Eyes forward.”

I moaned and sneaked a peek at Roark. A few feet away, he reclined in the chair, ankle propped on a knee, elbow on the armrest, and fingers curled beneath his chin. He wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were on Jesse, lazy and hooded, watching the other man with curiosity, respect, and maybe even love.

“Eyes!” Jesse’s hand smacked against my ass with a stinging crack.

I jerked my head forward, glaring at the filigree carvings that edged the king-sized headboard, even as my pussy heated and throbbed. “Bossy.”