POV: EVE
Eve woke to sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and the immediate, uncomfortable awareness of wetness between her thighs.
Again.
She'd been dreaming about him. About his hands, his mouth, his cock...the cock he still refused to give her despite making her come so many times yesterday she'd lost count.
Her body ached. Not from soreness this time, but from need. Constant, relentless, maddening need that had kept her tossing and turning all night despite the exhaustion.
Dimitri's arm was draped across her waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep. His chest pressed against her back, his breath warm against her neck.
She tried to shift away....needed space, needed to think, needed to not feel his body against hers because it made her want things she shouldn't want....but his arm tightened immediately.
"Going somewhere, cara mia?" His voice was rough with sleep, dark and intimate in the quiet morning.
"I have to get ready for work."
