First Love

“I-I don’t—” she sputtered. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

I shrugged and turned into the driveway that tunneled down into the underground garage. “We’re here,” I declared as I brought the car to a stop in my space. I was out of the Jag and around to her side in a flash, yet she’d still managed to unbuckle and hop out of the car. She took one step in the direction of the garage exit, but that was as far as she got before I grabbed her waist and flung her up and over my shoulder. Eva struggled until I planted a resounding slap on her ass. “Stop it, Eva. You’re going to hurt yourself.” Then I swallowed a groan. Fuck. I nearly came when my hand had landed on the globe. Damn, her ass was luscious, big and round, and I was anxious to see it jiggle as I rutted in her from behind. I knew she would earn herself another spanking, which made me grin because I longed to see my pink handprint on her lily-white skin

She gasped in outrage, and I rolled my eyes. She could pretend that hadn’t turned her on, but I’d felt the shiver that coursed through her body. And with her over my shoulder, the succulent aroma of her arousal filled my nostrils. Like Eva, I had no experience with sex and had never smelled a woman’s desire, but somehow, I knew that Eva’s scent was better than anything I would have encountered had I not waited for her.

“Put me down this instant, Tucker Carrington. You can’t just kidnap me!” She was shouting, probably hoping someone would hear her. Too bad for her; we’d entered the vestibule to my private elevator, and it was soundproofed.

I was tempted to give her another love tap on her juicy ass but decided to save it for later. We had a long night ahead of us, and it would only fuel my hunger, making it harder to be patient while I explained things to Eva.

The elevator door swished open after I pressed my fingerprint on the scanner, and I carried her inside. Once the doors shut and we were ascending, I slowly lowered her to her feet, keeping her body snug against mine. Just before she touched the ground, the hard bulge of my cock dragged along her pussy, and we both moaned. I dropped my head back against the wall with a thump and closed my eyes, praying for control. Eva cleared her throat and tried to step away, but I palmed her ass and held her in place while I breathed deep and even.

Finally, I felt like I had a better grip on myself and opened my eyes to gaze down at the precious woman in my arms. She was looking everywhere but at me, and her cheeks were aflame with a bright blush. I snickered, causing her to glare as her eyes returned to my face.

“See what you do to me, baby?” I murmured, lowering my head until our lips were centimeters apart.

The elevator stopped and opened before she had a chance to reply. With a sigh of regret, I allowed her to take two steps back, but I took hold of her hand and entwined our fingers together. Then I took the lead and guided her across the small atrium and through the front door. I hung a right and ushered her into the massive living room that had large windows with a view of Central Park and The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Eva’s eyes were like saucers as she took everything in. She blinked owlishly and her mouth had formed a wide O. “This is your apartment?” she inquired with quiet awe.

I almost corrected her that it was, in fact, our home but decided it could wait until after we’d gone over some other things. “I bought it several months ago and had it completely renovated to fit a large family. There are plenty of bedrooms to fill on the second floor and a larger space that I thought could be used as a playroom. I also added a new feature that I thought would specifically please my wife.”

She’d been standing in front of one of the giant windows, but at my words, she spun around, her face a mask of astonishment. “You’re getting married?” she croaked. She wrapped her arms around herself and shrunk back against the glass. “Then why did you bring me here? Am I a game to you? One last fling before you get tied down?”

Shit. I hadn’t expected her mind to go running off in the wrong direction. I held out my hand and beckoned her. “Come here, Eva-bear.” She shook her head, and I frowned. “You are not a game, a fling, or any other ridiculous thing that would make you less than what you are to me. Now get your little ass over here. I’m going to explain everything, but I won’t do it with you cowering across the room.”