I hadn’t been close to you in some way, I would have lost my fucking mind. And if any man had touched you—” I break off and ball my hands into fists and growled, my mind imagining the painful death of any motherfucker who dared to lay a finger on my Eva.
She sighed and shook her head, but her cheeks bloomed with pink and the corners of her lips curved up. “Such a caveman,” she muttered as she went back to eating. When she didn’t say anything more, I raised a brow and watched her in silence. She eventually looked up from her food and smiled at my questioning expression. “I know your level of obsession with me could probably be considered unhealthy.” The flush of her skin darkened, and her eyes flashed with heat. “And I know I shouldn’t, but for some reason, I think it's sexy as fuck.”
“Language, baby,” I gritted in reprimand. Although the rigid nature of my muscles wasn’t from anger, I was trying to keep myself from losing complete control and fucking her like an animal on the kitchen floor.
“Oops.” She didn’t look the least bit contrite.
I stalked around the island until I was standing between her thighs. My hands palmed her ass, and I yanked her forward, pressing my hard cock against her pussy. “Are you trying to get yourself a blistered ass, Eva-bear?” It turned my girl wild when I spanked her ass or her pussy. Which could have made it a less effective punishment, but when I turned her tender globes bright red, she felt it every time she sat down the next day. Still, she liked to provoke me and knew exactly how to push my buttons.
Eva’s legs curled around the backs of my thighs, and her arms went around my neck, pillowing her perfect tits against my chest. She buried her face in my neck, and a second later, I felt the sting of a bite. “Maybe,” she whispered.
I was suddenly starving. “Are you done eating, baby?” I rasped as all of the blood in my body rushed south. She nodded, causing her silky hair to get caught in my scruff. “Good. My turn.” I carried her out of the kitchen and up to our bedroom where I spent the next several hours feasting until I was sated. I knew I would never have my fill of her, but it wouldn’t stop me from trying.
Epilogue
Eva
One year later
Our moms had quickly taken Tucker up on his offer to plan the wedding of my dreams. They were so excited that they’d gotten right to work on it the same day we got married. They’d been forced to wait a year to pull it off, though, because the little joke I’d pulled on Tucker when we got married turned out to be prophetic when we realized I’d gotten pregnant right away. Not that it was much of a surprise, considering how many times my husband pumped his come into me.
Since I’d refused to have my fancier—but not more romantic because nothing could top the moment Tucker stood up to my dad at the courthouse—wedding with a rounded belly, we decided to make it a vow renewal for our one-year anniversary. It was a good thing we hadn’t put it off any longer because I had one heck of an anniversary present for my sexy hubby, and I couldn’t wait to share it with him. But first, we had to get through this round of toasts before we could take the dance floor for our first “official” dance as a married couple.
My father-in-law stood and winked at us before beginning. “When I first realized my oldest son was falling for Eva”—Tucker’s frantic expression made me giggle because I knew he was freaked out by the possibility that my dad and brother would realize exactly how young I’d been—“I was a little worried about how it might impact the bond between our families if their relationship didn’t work out.”
Tucker leveled a glare at his dad, making me giggle because of how ridiculous it was for him to be pissed at Jonah’s toast. Leaning deeper into his side, I whispered, “Relax, babe. We’ve more than proved that we’re meant to be together.”
“Damn straight,” Tucker muttered under his breath.
“I wasn’t concerned for long, though. Not after I realized that my son looked at Eva the same way I look at my wife.” Jonah’s gaze slid down and to the side, and the love he felt for Penelope