then.”
“Mmm.” He put them on a nearby table, then turned and grabbed her hip. His hand was strong as steel, almost as if he was pinning her in place so he could lower his head and stare at her body the same way he stared at everything: with unnerving focus and obvious intent. He exhaled, hard and sharp, as his gaze moved worshipfully over her curves. Then he pressed his face against her belly and grazed his teeth over her flesh.
“Oh,” she gasped, the sensation shooting straight to her clit.
He licked the spot he’d bitten before moving upward. “Sorry. You look like you taste good.”
“And do I?”
His gaze flicked up to meet hers, his voice a low growl. “Eve. You must know that you do.” And then his inexorable examination continued. His hand slid up, up, up the length of her body, until he was cupping her bare breast, his thumb sweeping over the peaked nipple.
A whimper fell from Eve’s lips as she arched against the pillows, her thighs spreading automatically, the space between her legs feeling hollow and hungry and aching for—something. Pressure. Pleasure. Him.
Jacob drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard for one torturous moment before licking softly, softly. The contrast set a series of tiny fires across her body, from the pit of her stomach to the bud of her clit to the place just beneath her breastbone.
“You never told me,” he said, “if it vibrates.”
For a moment, she was so dizzy with sensation she barely knew what he was talking about. But then she remembered Jacob holding up her sex toy, studying it with those all-seeing eyes and asking careful, clinical questions. She squirmed, breathless, and found herself wrapping a leg around the length of his body, as if she could pull him between her thighs.
“I—it—does vibrate,” she said, “but I never turn it on because I don’t want you to hear.”
His gaze darkened at that, his strong hand kneading her breast. The way he touched her—he was like some marauding bandit claiming the gold he’d plundered, and the decisive, shameless want of it all made heat creep up her throat and desperation slick her thighs.
“That was probably for the best,” he informed her, before bending his head to suckle her again. Long, hot, slow pulls that tugged at her clit just as surely as they tugged her nipple.
Eve whined and arched her back. “I need to . . .” Her hand slid down toward the apex of her thighs—but on the way she got distracted by Jacob’s delicious body, still fully clothed but so hot and so his. She ran a hand down his side, and he looked up.
“Hard,” he said. “If you touch me, make it hard.”
She blinked before pressing firmer against him. “Like this?”
“More.”
For a moment, she wanted to hold back, but—well. He was literally asking for it. “This?” She pressed harder and sank her nails into his skin through his shirt.
He released a hiss of pleasure, his eyes drifting shut. “Yeah. Fuck.” His voice was hoarse.
“Everywhere?”
“Everywhere. Always. Can you do that for me?”
“Oh, happily.”
His grin was a quicksilver thing made crooked by arousal. “Good.”
She dragged up his shirt, raking her nails over his chest as she went, exposing him inch by inch. “Mmm. Keep licking me. Wait—can I take this off? Wait—would you lick me somewhere else?”
He laughed softly against her skin, then laved his tongue over her breast again before murmuring, “Can’t decide, Sunshine?”
“I think I just want it all.”
“Then you can have it.” He paused. “Except taking my shirt off is a bit of a mission, so we’ll just have to undo the buttons for now.”
Eve giggled, and then he rose up for a moment to let her carry out the task. She splayed the halves of his shirt open and tried not to drool at the raw power of his long, lean body while he reached for the table and produced—oh, God—her dildo. Also known as M’Baku. Not that she’d ever admit to naming it.
“So,” he said as he crawled down the bed, “you fuck yourself with this.”
Her throat felt thick as she replied, “Yes.”
“Fuck yourself, and nothing else?”
“Yes.” The word was strained and breathy this time, because he was tugging at the waistband of her leggings. Tugging them down, down, down, and when they didn’t come easy, he tugged harder with an impatience that made her moan. She rushed to aid him in the leggings removal, kicking them off and laughing when he literally threw them