Chapter Eleven
Eva
I wallowed in the scent and feel of Trace, refusing to feel guilty because I was seizing what I wanted. I knew I wouldn’t regret being with him. In fact, I wanted to or I wouldn’t be here. I’d been a virgin for way too long, and I was eager to find the high only Trace could give me.
Our tongues dueled and entwined, and I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest above me as he rested his body on mine. I hated the simple cotton nightgown that separated our bodies, and I wanted it gone. My breasts were hard and sensitive, and all I wanted was to feel Trace skin-to-skin.
His wild mouth consumed me, and I gave back exactly what he was giving me: passion, desperation, the incredible need to join our bodies together to sooth the aching need in my body and soul.
Finally, he released my lips and trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive skin of my neck.
I pushed my hips up, straining as I moaned, “I need you, Trace. Fuck me.”
“Slower this time, sweetheart,” he demanded.
“Fast. Hard. And as deeply as you can,” I countered, knowing what my body had to have.
“No. I didn’t get to savor you before. But I’m going to do it this time if it kills me,” he answered assertively against my skin.
I didn’t want to be savored. I wanted to be fucked. Letting my hand slide down his back, I realized he was completely nude. The temptation to touch him made me try to force a hand between our bodies. “I need to touch you.”
“Baby, you can’t,” he commanded. “I’d never last. Relax, Eva. Let me show you how good it can be.”
I sighed and moved my wayward hand up his back. “I don’t feel relaxed. I feel desperate,” I whimpered.
“I know. But I’ll take care of that.”
“When?” My voice was demanding.
I heard him chuckle as he pulled the nightgown over my head, leaving me completely exposed because I wasn’t wearing panties. “Soon, my sweet Eva.” He tossed the garment he’d removed to the floor.
He tongued my skin, tasting as he made his way down my body. When he palmed one of my breasts, the breath left my body.
I moaned as his thumb caressed the swollen nipple at the same time his mouth descended on the other one. My body pulsed, and his touch was incinerating me. I wasn’t sure I was going to live through his savoring.
“Please, Trace. I need you.”
“I need you, too, baby. But just let me satisfy you.”
He moved down more, and his tongue leisurely flicked into my navel, and then left a trail of flames down my lower belly.
My fingers gripped a handful of the bottom sheet as his hot breath wafted over my pussy.
“God. Yes.” I could barely get the words out.
He parted my legs wider, placing them far apart. He grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath my ass, bringing his face level with the part of me that needed his attention the most.
Then, without hesitation, he devoured me. His tongue darted through my folds and into my saturated core, lapping at my juices as though he couldn’t get enough.
“Trace. Oh my God. Please.” I needed release, and I gripped the sheets tighter, needing to hang onto something to keep myself grounded.
His tongue circled the pulsating bundle of nerves several times teasingly before he took my engorged clit between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue over and over again.
I screamed as he used his other hand, delving into my channel with one finger, and then he added another. The stretching sensation burned, but it wasn’t painful. Somehow, he found that sensitive spot inside me and caressed my g-spot with every fucking stroke of his fingers.
My back arched, my body on sensation overload as he fucked me with his fingers and teased my clit with his wicked tongue.
My climax started in my belly, the muscles there clenching and releasing as I started to feel overwhelmed.
I’d needed him; I’d needed this.
“Yes,” I moaned loudly as my impending climax became a whirl of stunning sensation. I closed my eyes, relishing the impending orgasm.
Trace didn’t let up. He fucked me harder with his fingers, stimulated my clit with a strength that left me stunned.
“Trace!” I screamed as my climax hit me full-force, rocking my body in its intensity.
I shuddered as I crested, my back arching off the bed as Trace kept up his pace, never giving me any choice but to come hard.
I panted as I spiraled back down, breathless as he lapped at the evidence of my release like he was desperate to taste every drop.
There was no time to recover. He rolled, and I was on top of him instantly, my legs straddling him, my still-throbbing, damp core pressing against his defined abs.
“Take what you want, Eva,” Trace rasped. “But for Christ’s sake, do it now.”
“I want you.” My breath was still moving in and out of my lungs at a rapid pace. It wasn’t because I hadn’t recovered, but because I was still so damn needy, so desperate for Trace to be inside me.
“Then do it. I can’t wait much longer.”
The fierce desire in his voice spurred me on. I had no idea how to do this, but I was going to find a way. “I’m not sure what I’m doing.” Not that I wanted to remind him that I was pretty inexperienced, but I’d need his cooperation.
His hands grasped my ass roughly. “Guide me inside you.”
I did what he asked, one hand wrapped around his enormous member as I guided it to my sheath. I let go as he took control, moving me with the pressure he had on my rear end, then forcing me downward.
The stretching sensation was sublime as I slowly lowered my body with his help, gasping as he became totally seated inside me. “Yes.” I threw my head back and rolled my hips.
“Now fuck me,” Trace said in a graveled voice.
I started to move, him guiding me with his tight grip on my ass.
“Oh, God.” I rotated my hips, testing the feel of him in this position, reveling in the pleasure I felt just having our bodies connected.
I melted into him as he held me in place and began to thrust up and into me over and over again.
Each stroke of his hips claimed me, consumed me until I could think of nothing else except slaking our desires. I lowered my upper body, letting my skin slide against his. My nipples were hard and tight, and I drew in a sharp breath as they were almost painfully stimulated as they slid along his damp chest.
I put my hands on either side of his head, looking down at him as he continued a punishing rhythm in and out of my channel. The expression on his face looked strained. I couldn’t make out his eyes, but I knew that if it were possible, I’d see them flashing fire.
“You’re so damn tight,” he growled.
Considering I was almost a virgin, that was highly possible.
“Am I hurting you?” His query was sharp and tortured.
“No. You feel perfect.”
I lowered my head and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. It was erotic, sensual, every movement we made done with carnal heat.
His hand plunged between us, and his fingers strummed over my clit, making me start into another orgasm that I thought might kill me. “I can’t. Not again.”
“Again,” he insisted, groaning as my squeezing sheath started to tighten on his cock. “Fuck. Eva!”
We tumbled over the edge together, our bodies still connected as he released himself inside me.
“So damn good,” Trace spat out gutturally.
My heart and body echoed his words, but I couldn’t speak. It didn’t matter that Trace was literally tutoring me, and I didn’t care if the technique wasn’t perfect. All that was really important was the overflowing pleasure that spilled from my body and found its way to my heart.
I rested my weight on Trace, both of us gulping for air. In my heart, I knew the moment I got into his bed that I’d sealed my fate, but my attraction to Trace was too fierce, too damn strong for me to resist. I wanted to believe I could just live for today, but I knew tomorrow would come, and I’d pay for the things we’d done with a broken heart.
I was falling in love with Trace Walker.
Maybe I’d never been in love, but I knew what it wasn’t, and the way I felt about him was different from anything I’d ever experienced before. He was like crack, an addiction that I couldn’t turn away from if I could just get my hands on him again.
I let my head rest against his damp shoulder, my body riding with his labored breathing. “I should move.” He could breathe a lot better if I’d just move my ass.
His arms tightened around me, his hold like a steel vise. “Don’t. You’re exactly where I need you to be right now,” he insisted huskily.
I sighed and relaxed into his body, feeling safer than I’d ever felt in my entire life. Trace had become the one stable thing in my life, a man who cared. Not that I’d convinced myself that he loved me, but his possessive hold on my body screamed that he wanted me, cared about me. I held tightly to that, trying not to think about the day I’d have to walk away from him.
His lips skimmed my forehead lightly. “Hey, are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked sleepily.
“I’m good,” I reassured him. And I wasn’t lying. I felt happy, content. As long as I didn’t think about the future…
“I’m not sorry you’re here. I wanted you to come to me, Eva. But I have to know why.”
He let me move to his side, but he gathered my body against his, kept me pressed against his side as he added, “Don’t ever leave me.” He buried his face in my hair, his grip on my body tight and possessive.
His voice sounded slightly bewildered and vulnerable. My heart squeezed in my chest as I thought about the fact that Trace had his own vulnerabilities. Everybody in his life that he’d cared about had left him. His father, his mother, and to some extent, his siblings. Dane had withdrawn from life, and Sebastian was still trying to figure out who he was with Trace trying to make him grow up faster than he wanted to. In reality, Trace was just as alone as I was, even though he had the money to do whatever he pleased.
He’s not happy.
I’d been able to sense his intensity and his restlessness since the moment we’d met. Maybe because I could relate to how he felt.
“This is supposed to be temporary,” I whispered to myself, quietly enough so he didn’t hear me, even as I drank in Trace’s musky scent and the joy I experienced in his arms.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I told him in a louder voice.
“Good.”
I sighed and let go of the future. Because of Trace, I had things to look forward to, things I never thought I’d have because of my past. I didn’t want to spoil the perfection of “now” to think about a doomsday tomorrow.
I snuggled into him and wallowed in the novelty of feeling safe and protected. I relished the fact that he wanted me with him now. In some ways, he needed me just as much as I needed him.
I swore to myself that before I left, I’d make sure Trace could laugh again, that he could connect with his family. I wanted to make him as happy as he’d made me for the last few weeks. He deserved it, and all I had to give was myself, my heart.
His breathing became relaxed and even, and I knew he was asleep. Tilting my head, I kissed his rough jawline and let myself follow him into a comfortable slumber, our bodies locked together like they’d never come apart again.