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.”

“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.

“Oh, Jack,” she cried out. “Oh please, yes. Touch me there.”

“I’ll do more than touch.” He whirled her around and the moment the spray rinsed her breasts clean, his mouth was on them. His tongue trailing down her breastbone, to her abdomen, he laid small kisses at her mound as the water fell on his back. Kneeling at her feet, he hooked her leg over his shoulder and buried his face in her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she moaned as he found her clit and nipped at the little nub. She tilted her pelvis up to him. “Oh God, Jack, please…I want to feel you inside me again.”

He bit back a groan. At least one part of his anatomy was completely on board with that suggestion, but he’d promised himself he would never hurt her again the way he unwittingly had last night.

He murmured against her pussy, “No. Not this morning. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She pressed her lips together and growled, “It won’t hurt me. Take me, Jack. God, I need it. I need you.”

He lifted her leg higher, his tongue plunging deeper as he fucked her with his mouth. What they’d done last night had obviously had an effect; her pussy lips were red and swollen. But she was already trembling, getting ready to come. “Don’t come, not yet,” he said, backing off, letting his breath be the only thing touching her aroused flesh. “Wait until you have permission, Eva.”

“I will,” she said, fingers threading into his hair. “But when I have permission I need you inside of me.”

“I said, not now,” he answered sharply, his resolve weakening. “I’m the teacher.”

Her hips rocked closer to his face. “I know, but I want to learn everything. You don’t have to give me the sweet and gentle routine just because last night was my first time.”

“Eva—”

“Take me,” she begged, the hunger in her voice driving him crazy. “Now.”

He rose to his feet, something building inside him other than desire. It was a touch of panic, the sense that control was slipping through his fingers and he didn’t like it one fucking bit. He shouldn’t be feeling this way, but Eva had a way of intensifying his emotions.

He met her gaze, glaring hard at her as the water fell upon their faces. She matched his glare with shocking intensity, throwing him even more off balance. “You want to it that bad?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, not backing down.

“Then I have to get a condom.” He moved to go, but she stopped him with a hand.

“I’ve been on the pill since I was thirteen,” she said breasts rising and falling with the increased speed of her breath. “Have you been tested recently?”

“Yes.” The truth was he’d been tested—regularly—but he’d never had sex without a condom. Not even once. He had never trusted any woman enough.

But if anyone was going to make him feel that way, it would be Eva.

Eva, who was hacking away at his defenses, eroding his control, and starting to make him wonder who was the student and who was the teacher.

“Then I want to feel you in me. Just you,” Eva said, hands sliding down his slick back. “Now, Jack. Fuck me.”

Fine. If she wants to be fucked, I’ll give her exactly what she’s asking for.

He took her arm and whirled her to face the shower wall again, pressing his erection against her rear. She gasped as he rubbed its entire length languidly up and down the crack of her ass. “This what you want? Hard and deep?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He simply bent her over so that her palms pressed against the shower wall, positioned his cock at her slick entrance, and drove into her, just as unrelenting as he had the first time. But this time she didn’t cry out. She let out a satisfied groan as he ran his hands down her slick sides and found a spot on her hips to hold her steady.

And God, she felt good. Better than anything. He let out a guttural groan as he buried himself to the hilt and then pushed in just that half inch deeper.

Fighting the urge to stay buried in her, relishing how amazing it felt to have her pussy squeezing every inch of his cock, he pulled out and drove in again, even harder this time.

Him, sweet and gentle? No woman would ever accuse him of that. The urge to possess her, to lay claim to her, to show her who was in control overtook him like a tornado. He rode her hard, but she matched him stroke for stroke, tilting her pelvis to allow him to penetrate deeper.

“Yes, like that, so perfect,” she groaned, his student wresting control from him just as he drew too close to orgasm to care. “Oh, Jack, I’m going to come. I’m coming!”

He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips as she screamed his name and pushed back hard against him, her slick heat locking around his cock. Jesus, this woman was unbelievable, incredible, undeniable.

With a last thrust, he followed her over the edge, giving a roar as he pinned her against the shower wall, his cock jerking deep inside her pussy.

Afterward, as hot as the sex had been—had it ever been hotter?—he still felt unsettled. He cleaned up quickly and left the steamy shower to allow Eva to finish her morning routine. When he’d dressed, he stood frowning at his own reflection in the mirror.

He still looked the same, even if everything inside of him was in a tailspin.

“I’ve got to run,” Eva said, hurrying out of the bathroom in a breathless rush. “Thank you for a perfect morning.”

She stood on tiptoe to press a quick kiss to his lips, and he walked her to the door. Afterward, as he made his way to work, his thoughts swam.

For the first time in days, he missed Antonio. Jack had always been able to talk to his best friend about the things he couldn’t figure out on his own. He wished he could talk to him about these strange feelings for Eva. But of course, even if Antonio were alive, he couldn’t very well discuss the arrangement he had with the man’s sister.

Antonio had been far from violent, but Jack couldn’t imagine Antonio’s answer to this being anything other than a swift kick in Jack’s balls and a “Lay another hand on her, and you’re dead.”

But at that moment, God help him, Jack could think of nothing else he’d rather do than lay his hands on Eva. No matter what her brother would do to him for wanting her like this.