“I like this, beautiful. Bare. It’s so damn sexy. Did you shave for me?”
She scoffed, but it came out more as a gasp. “No.”
He brushed his fingers across her lips and over her naked mound. “I don’t believe you.”
Eve focused on the watch face, but her vision swam. He pinched her nipple, and a jolt of electricity rippled through her, sending shock waves to her sex. It took every ounce of strength she had not to arch into his touch.
“Do you want more, Eve? Do you want me to touch you deeper”—he cupped her sex—“here?”
Eve bit down hard on her lip. Ten seconds. Eight . . .
He moved his hand up, and relief teased—that he was backing away, that she’d won this round—then two fingers pressed between her folds, sliding along her slit.
“Ooooh, baby. You are soooo fucking wet.”
His slick fingers glided up and around her clit. And every cell in Eve’s body shuddered. She gripped the watch tightly. The second hand blurred in front of her eyes. Two seconds . . . One . . .
“Time,” she groaned, dropping her forehead against the tile wall.
At her back, Zane chuckled. His fingers fell from her breast and sex, and the pressure eased against her ass. Cool air and the warm shower spray hit her body, but it did little to cool her down. She focused on the droplets splashing against her skin. Focused on her breaths. In and out. Focused on anything to take her mind off the fire growing in her core.
“You ready for round two? This time I get to add my mouth.”
Oh God. No, she wasn’t ready. The son of a bitch was sadistic. She should have realized that after he’d tied her up and cut away her blouse at that warehouse. And she was even sicker because a tiny part of her liked this.
Do not back down from him.
Her stomach caved in. She squeezed the watch in her hand. “Do it.”
His soft laughter met her ears. “A hundred and twenty seconds, Eve. Starting now.”
Fuck. Two minutes? She’d never last. Swallowing hard, she looked up at the watch. His hands landed at her shoulders, and she felt him move in close all over again.
Think about Olivia. And what Miller’s doing right this minute. And the bombing in Seattle. And how ADD Roberts fits into this mess. Don’t think about his mouth at your ear, blowing hot over your skin. Or the soft glide of his fingertips down your spine. Or—oh shit—his lips pressing softly against your neck . . .
Her eyes slid closed. Those wicked lips of his moved down her nape, then up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. A shudder rushed through her, one she couldn’t contain. He hummed his approval and moved to the other side.
He’d always been able to do this to her. Drive her wild with just one touch. With one press of his lips. It was another reason she’d walked away from him in Beirut. Because he made her forget about everything else and focus only on him.
“Mm . . .” he whispered against her. “You smell good. I bet you taste even better.” He nibbled on her ear and worked his way down her nape. Finding an extra sensitive spot, he licked, then sucked. His fingers tiptoed down her back to her hips.
Eve bit her lip again. Forced herself to remain perfectly still. Those sultry lips of his pressed against her spine, slinking lower with every kiss. When he reached her lower back, she gripped the watch tightly and held her breath.
She sensed him sink to his knees behind her. One big hand palmed her right cheek. His lips pressed against the other. He eased an inch away. “God, you’ve got a sexy ass, Eve. You work out, don’t you?”
“Um . . .” Her mind wasn’t working. She couldn’t think. “Yeah.”
“Running?”
He kept one hand cupping her right cheek. The other slid over the curve of her behind and under to brush against her sex. She was just about to answer when she felt his fingers slide between her folds. Her body jolted at the intimate touch, and she pushed her forehead against the tiles. Oh God . . .
He kissed the top of her ass and slipped his fingers up and around her clit. “You’re drenched, Evie. I can smell your arousal. Sure you don’t want to just give in and tell me you want me?”
Eve turned her head and pressed her cheek against the cool tiles. Drawing her eyes open, she stared at the watch. Forty more seconds . . .
She swallowed hard and fought back the need raging in her veins. “Piece of cake.”
He chuckled again and slipped his fingers up and over her clit, then down to circle her opening. “You never could back down from a challenge, could you? Spread your legs and arch your back, Evie. I want to kiss you here.”
Oh . . . God . . .
Eve’s heart pounded. Slowly, her legs inched wider apart, and she arched, pushing her hips away from the wall like she knew he wanted.
Twenty seconds . . . Eighteen . . .
His hands gripped her ass cheeks, pulling them open. His warm breath fanned her sex. She gripped the watch tightly in her hand. Stared at the ticking second hand. Come on, come on, come on . . .
Fourteen . . . Twelve . . .
His soft, naughty lips pressed gently against her clit. And all thought rushed out of her mind as electrical sensations shot through every cell in her body.
She groaned. Pressed back against him. He answered by humming and kissing her again and again. Slid his fingers down to circle her opening until she saw stars.
Her eyes slammed shut. Her hands pressed against the tiles. The watch fell from her grip to clatter against the shower floor.
She gasped. “Zane—”
His mouth left her sex. He pressed hot, dangerous kisses across her ass cheeks, moved slowly up her spine. But his fingers were still there. Still stroking her wetness. Still teasing her arousal. Still circling her opening, where she ached to feel him most.
His chest brushed her back. Then his mouth was at her ear, breathing heavily. The hard, rigid length of his cock behind his fly, pressing into her ass. His arm wrapped around her body, and his hand closed over her breast, squeezing tightly. “I think time’s almost up, Evie. Do you want me to stop?”
She arched back into him. No, she didn’t want him to stop. She needed to come. Wanted him to fill her . . .
“Tell me you want me, Evie. I can feel you burning up. I can feel how much you need me.”
Oh God, she did need him. But she couldn’t tell him. Couldn’t give in. Because too much was at stake. Gasping, she shook her head from side to side. “No. Round three.”
“Are you sure?” His fingers slid up and over her clit again, sending another shock wave outward from her hips.
She slammed her eyes shut and nodded.
His hot breath dripped down her neck, and he leaned even closer. “This time I get to use my tongue.”
Oh . . . fuck . . .
“Truth,” she sputtered. “I pick truth.”
His fingers stopped their relentless torture, and he stilled behind her. “Are you sure?”
She nodded quickly. Clawed for control.
He was silent at her back, the only sound his own ragged in-and-out breathing. Opening her eyes, Eve tried not to move. His hand was still resting against her sex, and his cock was still pressing into her ass, and though he was still behind her, she didn’t know what he was thinking. What he was planning.
Very gently he released his hold on her waist and lifted his free hand to brush the damp hair away from her neck. “Truth, Eve,” he said softly. “How many men have you been with since you left me in Beirut?”
Eve’s pulse picked up speed, and sweat broke out all along her skin. Of all the questions he could ask, he wanted to know that?