on my back, my cock instantly hardening as I stare at the ceiling.
How the fuck did I get here?
Eva whimpers again, her hand on my chest lowers, my muscles constricting as she slides her hand down my abs, past my belly button. I have no idea what the fuck she’s doing in her sleep, or whether I should wake her, but as her hand reaches the top of my groin, I fucking tense. Her smooth fingers reach over the top of my briefs and clamp around my cock. I hiss between my teeth as her movements stop, and she settles back down, her body and hand not moving from its position. I’m stiff as hell as I lay here trying like fuck not to lose my shit.
If Eva is an angel, she’s trying hard to dispel those rumors.
My body trembles as I lay here wanting more than anything to take charge, to wake her up, and fuck her like the bitch deserves, but I’m in this for the end game. If I lose myself in this moment, I’ll lose the small amount of trust I’ve built with Eva so far.
A slight snore resounds from her mouth, making the tension ease a little. Even if she does have her hand firmly on my cock, I guess it will be a nice way to go to sleep.
So, I close my eyes, letting my body relax in her grip. And for once, I’m letting a woman hold me while I go to sleep.
This is something new.
Eva, what are you doing to me?
Chapter Sixteen
NYCTO
My eyes slowly drift open. The warmth of Eva’s hands over my body is gone, and with it, a sense of loss washes over me. I won’t bring it up. Hell, she may not even know what she’s done in her sleep. Turning my head, she’s facing me, but she’s curled up into herself, her hands tucked up under her chin. Smirking at the distance she’s put between us, I can’t help but figure she woke up during the night, realized what she was doing, and retreated. She did it without waking me up, so now we can both pretend like it didn’t happen without shit getting fucking awkward.
Without waking her, I slowly edge out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I look at myself in the mirror. “You’re in over your head, asshole,” I murmur to myself.
Turning on the faucet, I splash cold water on my face. The frigid hit waking me up a little more as the droplets run down my tattooed chest. Grabbing the hand towel, I scrub my face dry.
Glaring at myself in the mirror again, I know I need to pull my shit together. I hope this morning everything’s gone to plan with Ivy. If she tried to make a run for it last night, the wheels to all this bullshit could start falling off. I slap my cheeks a few times to wake myself enough to get on with the day, then open the bathroom door to get dressed.
As I walk out, Eva’s sitting up in the bed reading one of the books Trixie brought in for her. I hesitate in the doorway.
She lowers the book, and her eyes focus on me and widen. “You’re wet,” she whispers.
Water droplets still slide down my chest. I casually wipe them away with my hand and continue walking into the room. She lowers the book to the bed, her eyes taking in my almost naked body. She draws her bottom lip in by her teeth then clamps down on it, the sight almost giving me a coronary.
Damn, this woman’s fucking sexy.
“You gonna be okay for a while? I have to go deal with some shit.”
Eva clears her throat. She brings her book back up trying to appear indifferent. “Got nothing better to do. Unless you’re finally going to let me walk around the clubhouse on my own? Otherwise, this is where I’ll be, right?”
“You know I can’t let you do that.”
“Then scurry out of here like you do every other day. I have my own things to do.”
Whoa… there’s some attitude.
Is she overcompensating because of last night?
“You need to calm that fire in your tone, Chiquita.”
“You need to get dressed and get the hell out.”
“What the fuck’s wrong with you? You getting your period or something?”
Her eyes grow wide as she slams the book on the bed.
Shit, bad move.
Eva throws the quilt off her legs, her face turning bright red in