Her laughter died. His eyes practically rolled back in his head. She was so tight. He thrust into her powerfully, making her body heave up and down and the door bang repeatedly against the wall.
Even hotter.
Eva gave a muted yell, her head lolling to the side, hair cascading down, lips parted, breath coming fast, so beautiful in the dim light. He felt a surge of animal lust and something so much deeper: my woman. He widened his stance and pushed harder, responding to an illogical need to leave his print on her, his mark of possession.
Eva gave a yell, then another, and he felt her body gathering. Her eyes shot wide, her mouth opened and she jerked her head back, exposing her long throat as her muscles played his cock, and she nearly screamed her orgasm.
He came immediately in response, slammed into her once and held, shouting as ecstasy took him over.
Oh, man. What had this woman done to him? He’d never experienced anything that primal, that urgent, had never lost himself so completely.
Still panting from the effort and emotion, Ames let her legs slide to the floor. “Did I break you that time?”
“No. Still no.” She put her hand to her chest to slow her breathing. “But good try. Keep at it.”
“Thanks.” He caught up her hand, led her to his bed, disposed of the condom and joined her lying on top of the bedspread, his arms around her, her head fitting just right on his shoulder, her hand resting on his chest.
It didn’t get much better than this.
Actually, it could. It could get much better. “I’ve been wondering.”
“Mmm?”
He loved her like this, relaxed and contented. But this was the right time to talk. Things had changed between them tonight, on a lot of levels. “Did you change your flight yet so you can stay longer?”
Eva yawned. “Gee, not yet.”
He rolled to his side so he could see her face, what little he could in the light traveling from the living room. “Would you consider it?”
She stiffened. “Wait, are you serious?”
“Yes.” He stroked the hair at her temple, following it down the curve of her head, down to her neck and the hummingbird tattoo. “I want more time with you. I want to see where we can go.”
I love you.
The words stuck in his throat. He was ready to say them. What else could these crazy, intense feelings be? What else could the quiet, sure ones be? What more did he want than a beautiful woman who challenged his vision of himself and who made him laugh and who fit into his life so well? Who made him play mini golf!
But he wasn’t sure she was ready to hear them.
“I’d like that, too.” She laid her hand on his cheek. “I’ve never had this much fun with anyone.”
Ames tried not to cringe. Fun? He was in love with her and she was having fun? He couldn’t quite believe that. “But...?”
“Well, for one thing, Chris will want to come back.”
“Are you sure? Has she said she’s anxious to come home?”
“No.” Eva frowned. “She said she’s having a blast.”
“Ah.” He kept stroking Eva’s hair, feeling panic rising. She wasn’t exactly jumping up to call her sister. “Would you ask her if she wants to stay longer? Just to find out?”
“I don’t know.” She moved restlessly onto her back, farther away from him, leaving cold skin where she’d been pressed to his side. “I guess I figure, okay, so, what if we get more time together? How much, a week? A month? Then what? It’s not like anything major can change.”
Ames’s panic increased. He forced it back, breathing deeply. “We could get pretty serious about each other.”
Her breath went in with a rush. “Ames...”
“Hey, don’t freak out.” He kept his voice light. “Anything’s possible.”
She giggled unconvincingly. “It is, I know.”
“Will you call Chris and ask her?”
Her eyes went wide. He could see the pain in them, the fear.
“Ames. I...really don’t think I can.”
His heart sank, his chest tightened—only a fragment of the pain that was coming, he knew instinctively.
No matter how deeply she felt about him, it wasn’t going to make a difference.