She nodded, wanting nothing more.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he said gently. “We can stop anytime.”
“I don’t want to stop.” She ran her hands down his strong back and clung to him for dear life, wrapping her legs tight around his ass. “Don’t stop, Jack.”
“God, Eva,” he groaned as he began to move.
Gradually, the pain and soreness was eclipsed by the fact that this was Jack, inside her. Fucking her.
No. This was more than fucking. This was communion, wonder. This was her drowning in the sweetest heat, and Jack was the sun.
Maybe her friends had been right. Maybe it was impossible to separate emotion from sex, and she was destined to suffer for letting Jack into every place inside her—body and soul. But she liked what Jack had said better. That sex without connection was pointless. That whatever she was thinking or feeling right now was not only okay, but necessary.
His movements fluid, he thrust in and out of her, slowly and gently, until she was trembling all over, a full, heavy feeling spreading through her pelvis until it felt like she was being wickedly, deliciously turned inside out.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured into her skin. “So hot and wet. I can’t wait to feel you come. I can feel how close you are, beautiful. Come for me. Let me feel you tight on my cock.”
It was his words that finally drove her past the brink. Her fingernails raked his back as her climax crested, and she exploded, her pussy locking down around him. Mouth open, eyes closed, she came with a wordless cry of bliss, as Jack’s tempo increased between her legs, drawing out her release until the pleasure was almost painful.
“Yes, God, yes,” he groaned. “I’m going to come, Eva. I’m going to come.”
He thrust one last time and came apart, shuddering, jaw clenched as he moaned low in his throat. She’d never seen a man come before, and at that moment she realized this was her favorite part. Seeing the Jack who wasn’t so put-together, the human, vulnerable, exposed Jack so few people ever saw.
Afterward, they held each other in silence. She knew the time was coming when he would pull out, leave her, and everything would change.
For the worse? For the better? She couldn’t guess. She didn’t want to guess. She just wanted to enjoy this moment of closeness with Jack—this moment, however short, when everything seemed damn near perfect.
Chapter Eight
Jack
Jack slept poorly, and the next morning his eyes flew open at five a.m. and stayed that way.
Eva rested, her breath coming slow as she curled against his chest, clearly still spent from the night before. He had a thousand things to do and should be up and about his day, but at that moment, nothing seemed as interesting as watching her sleep.
He could barely believe he’d been her first. He hadn’t been with a virgin since he was fifteen and a virgin himself, but the second he’d pushed into her, he’d known. She’d been so tight, so perfect…
God, he’d never imagined he could fit inside any woman that way, like a key into a lock, every inch of him gripped so seamlessly tight. It had been pure heaven.
When Eva had approached him about her sexual education, Jack had assumed she must be more experienced than she was letting on. He wasn’t equipped to handle the emotional baggage that came with being someone’s first. If he’d known she was a virgin, he would’ve said no. Hell no.
And then he would have missed out on this.
This. This incredible thing that he couldn’t possibly find the words to explain. It wasn’t anything he’d ever experienced before. In a way, last night he’d felt like he was the virgin, like his world had shifted as much as hers.
Sweet Eva. She rested against his chest, and he couldn’t help thinking of the first time he’d seen her, back when he was just another high school student at the Hill, and she was nothing but his best friend’s little sister.
And now she was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. She’d obviously been embarrassed last night when Lucy had called her fat, but Eva was anything but. She was sensual, alluring, her every curve a work of divine creation.
Just the thought of Eva’s unique mix of sweetness and abandon made his cock thicken again.
Take it easy, he warned himself as she rolled over and murmured sleepily. She’s going to be sore today.
Easier said than done, he thought as the sheet came loose, exposing more of that sexy body of hers, those perfect tits, those dark, hardened nipples. He knew he’d go out of his fucking mind if he didn’t get inside of her again, and soon. And it wasn’t just because her pussy was the best place he’d ever been. It was the look in her eyes as he moved inside her, the way he could feel her heart beating in his chest, that sense of being so terrifyingly close to another person and only wanting to get closer.
If he didn’t watch out, he was going to become helplessly addicted to this woman.
She blinked and stretched her hands over her head, then tilted her head and looked up at him, her mussed hair veiling her dark eyes. “Morning.”