“Good morning,” he said, sitting up in bed.
She arched her back, and those soft, perky tits poked out. He wanted so badly to suck them, to taste her again. “I slept so well,” she said dreamily, like she hadn’t a care in the world.
He’d slept like shit. He wasn’t sure why. After good sex, he usually slept like the dead. And sex with Eva had been good. Mind-blowing, in fact. What the fuck was wrong with him? “Would you like coffee?”
She shook her head. “I only drink tea in the mornings.”
“Breakfast then?” he asked, needing to serve her in some small way. “I could make egg sandwiches.”
She rolled over and checked the bedside clock. “Oh, no. I have a huge meeting in an hour and a half. We should start setting an alarm.”
He watched her jump from bed and scurry around looking for her clothes, and something inside him deflated. Whatever thoughts were plaguing him, she
obviously wasn’t sharing them.
She’d been a virgin, for God’s sake. Couldn’t she at least act like she was affected by what had happened between them?
He slipped out of bed. As she stood after fetching her shirt, he braced his arms against the wall, caging her in. She turned to him, a question on her face.
“You weren’t excused,” he murmured, and kissed her hard. When they came up for air, he added, “I never said our lesson was over.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, her breath coming fast.
“You should be,” he said. “Your obedience needs improvement.”
“Hmm. I see. So do you need to punish me?” She asked like she was begging for it, as he buried his face in the side of her neck. “I could fit some punishment in as long as I’m out the door before seven-thirty.”
How the fuck did this innocent girl learn to be so wicked?
“Punishment it is, then.” She melted against him, and he lifted her easily into his arms. “I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.” He carried her to his bathroom and set her down, holding her gaze as he opened the glass shower door and twisted the faucet until warm water began to fall from the rain showerhead.
“Thanks for the lesson,” she said with a grin. “But I already know how to use a shower.”
“You don’t know how to use it correctly,” he told her, checking the temperature before motioning for her to step inside. “There is a proper way to lather up. It’s an art, actually.”
She stepped in and stood under the stream of water, letting it soak her. As it turned her hair darker, it revealed the natural beauty of her face, making Jack wish he were an artist of some kind. A painter, a sculptor—someone who could capture how completely stunning she was in this moment.
He’d watched many women shower, but something about the way the water fell on Eva was indescribably poetic. He marveled at how even her most mundane, ordinary gestures—a hand through her hair, a finger swiping water from the hollow of her upper lip—turned him on like no one ever had.
Hell, she didn’t need lessons in the art of showering—she was a fucking Picasso.
She tilted her head back and let the water drench her face, and his cock stretched out in front of him, begging him to take her.
Down, boy. You’ll hurt her.
No, it was too soon for sex, but not for a little erotic torture.
He stepped inside the shower and nudged her against the wall with her back to him, imagining the way she would beg for him to make her come when he was done with his punishment.
She relaxed against him as he took the soap and worked it between his hands, making a thick lather. Then he reached around her and massaged the suds into her breasts, down to her navel, and back up, making sure to be extra thorough as he slicked her hard nipples. She squirmed at first, and then her head fell back against his shoulder, her breath coming faster.
“Is this my punishment?” she asked.
“Yes,” he murmured against her damp forehead. “I’m going to take you almost there again and again, until you’re begging me to let you come.”
“Sounds terrible,” she whispered, arching into his touch as he squeezed her nipples lightly between his finger and thumb. “And wonderful.”
Jack couldn’t help but smile as she surrendered against his chest, giving herself up to the erotic torment as he plucked and teased her taut flesh. Finally, when she was panting in his arms, he let his fingers trail down to her pussy.