Beyond Eden (12 page)

Eve could taste his pain then, the longing that came from a lifetime of waiting. She would never figure out how he managed to convey that much love and agony in a simple kiss, but he did. That was all it took for a love she had never expected to burst to life inside her heart, resting beside the blossom that had never wilted for his best friend. Eve was too far gone to ponder the ramifications of what he had done by dividing her heart in two because her body responded to the feel of his cock against the palm of her hand, making her throb for more than what he was giving her.

For the first time in her life, a kiss made her weak in the knees. She would have fallen if Danny’s arm hadn’t wrapped around her, anchoring her to him as his tongue pushed deeper into her mouth, as if knowing it was suddenly his to plunder.

The two of them lacked grace as they fell heavily to their knees on the hardwood floor. Their lips parted when Danny wrenched her shirt over her head. He tossed it aside and then tugged at her unhooked bra, pulling it off easily. Despite her body that was pulsing with need and Danny’s declarations, Eve still felt her nakedness self-consciously, being very aware of how beautiful Danny was and remembering the pristine girls he had dated in high school.

“If you’d been mine, I never would’ve let you go to New York without me,” Danny said in a raspy whisper. “I would have followed you.”

Eve closed her eyes, her heart jolting for a different reason. “Don’t talk about him.

Not now, not like this.”

“You still love him,” Danny said knowingly, the pain evident in his voice.

It wasn’t in Eve to deny that, so she leaned into him instead, gripping at his shoulders and dipping her head down to lick at the curve of his neck. She savored the low groan of defeat from Danny as he ran his fingers through her long hair.

“Come here,” Danny said in a silken voice, using his grip on her hair to tilt her head back. Eve found herself looking into dark eyes swirling with lust and something darker, a wild possessiveness that had Eve suddenly thankful she hadn’t admitted she was still hopelessly in love with Paul. She leaned in closer to him impatiently and a smile tugged at his lips in response, making him look almost evil. “Love me or not, I’m going to make you mine.”

Eve shuddered, her eyes drifting closed. “If you say so,” she whispered and then parted her lips in a silent plea for more.

“I do,” he breathed against her lips.

Eve moaned into his mouth, his tongue sliding past her lips in a way that stole her breath. Her bare breasts felt so good pressed against his hard chest. She wrapped her arms around him, needing him closer, wanting to feel as much of him against her as possible. She realized a part of her had always ached for Danny. Loving Paul like she did had distracted her from it when she was younger. Now kneeling with him on the kitchen floor, the two of them kissing as if they needed the connection to stay sane, she knew this could have easily happened at any time, with or without Paul’s permission.

It was with a heavy heart that Eve fell back against the floor with Danny over her. It felt like a betrayal when she knew a part of her had always wanted this. Even still, she was burning for more, her back arching up in a silent offering as her fingers tangled in Danny’s hair. His lips trailed down the curve of her neck, his tongue dragging slowly over the line of her collarbone, making her moan from the sensual, possessive way he did it.

His hands slid beneath her, forcing her to curve into his embrace. His eyes met hers over the curve of her breast, the dark orbs swirling with something decadent and overwhelming. Eve felt herself being held captive by his look as she watched his tongue drag slowly over one aching nipple, making it bead in pleasure. She had to fight against closing her eyes in bliss when he took the pink tip into his mouth, sucking on it hard, his teeth scraping against it in a way that had her hips jerking up against him. When his lips trailed over to her other breast, she finally gave in, the ecstasy forcing her eyes closed.

Her fingers tightened in Danny’s hair when he abandoned the torture of toying with her breasts, his mouth moving lower as his hands slid down her back. Eve’s entire body clenched in anticipation when he pulled at the button on her jeans and slowly undid the zipper.

“Lift your hips.”

Eve did as told, opening her eyes to find Danny still studying her face. His gaze was sharp and penetrating as he tugged at her jeans roughly, making her gasp out loud because her skin was already sensitive.

“You’re aching, aren’t you?” Danny asked her as he pulled her jeans down her thighs, pushing them past her knees. “Your pussy is wet and throbbing for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Eve admitted softly, his words making her body clench tightly in pent-up need.

“Tell me what you want, Evie Girl,” Danny said in a low, compelling voice that made Eve want to do whatever he asked. “What makes you hot?”

Eve kicked off her jeans, using her foot to push them aside as she lay there on the kitchen floor with her chest heaving. “What do you think makes me hot?” Eve asked, feeling exposed and naked wearing only a pair of black panties for modesty.

Danny’s hand trailed over the flat plane of her stomach, his fingers dancing over her skin teasingly. “Does my mouth make you hot?” He lifted his eyes to hers and licked his lips, his tongue running over his full bottom lip. Eve’s stomach clenched in

anticipation and she knew he felt it because he gave her a knowing smile. “Do you want to know what it can do?”

Eve nodded frantically. “Yes, I want that.”

“Where?” Danny asked, his voice still seductive as his hand moved lower, his fingers teasing her through the thin silk between her thighs. Eve moaned and arched into his hand instinctively. “Do you want my mouth here? Is that what you’re begging for?”

Her eyes rolled back in desire as she arched into his hand once more. “That’s it,” she admitted, her cheeks flaming from his words and the knowledge that her body was betraying her so completely. “Lick me, Danny Boy. Please.”

“Gladly.”

That one word set her on fire. Her body was tight and throbbing as Danny’s hand slid underneath the lining of her panties, pushing them slowly down her thighs. He was moving too leisurely. It didn’t matter how sexy he looked when he moved in that slow, deliberate way of his, like a cat stalking prey. She pushed his hand aside and took over the task of ridding herself of the most expensive pair of underwear she owned, its presence nothing but a hindrance that she kicked off impatiently.

“Open to me.” Danny stared at the small triangle of red hair between her thighs intently, making her shiver with both anticipation and fear of revealing herself to him. There was no privacy with him, no soft lighting and concessions for modesty. He wanted her stark and exposed. But she was too desperate to deny him. She opened to him like he asked, draping her leg over the other side of him, leaving herself completely bare to his penetrating gaze. His fingers reached up to trace the line of her sex that was swollen and aching for him. Eve whimpered from his teasing, making an evil smirk tug at his lips. “You are wet for me. I knew you would be.”

“Please, Danny Boy,” Eve sobbed in complaint, her hips pushing up against his hand in a silent plea for attention. “Stop torturing me.”

“You’re right, that’s not nice,” Danny admitted with a wince as he glanced up at her, a strange uncertainty showing on his face. “It’s a bad habit I have—I’ll work on it.”

“Whatever,” Eve moaned, her eyes falling closed under the weight of her need. Danny lowered his mouth to her, his fingers parting her to the hot feel of his mouth. She cried out as he ran his tongue over her in a broad, open sweep that made it obvious he was one of those men who actually enjoyed the taste of a woman. That shook her, because she had only been with one other man like that and she actually fought the pleasure to open her eyes and remind herself it wasn’t Paul licking up the taste of her desire as if it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Danny had a similar look of ecstasy on his face, his long eyelashes lying like dark, half-moons on his smooth, tan cheeks and she found herself gaping at his beauty, her pussy clenching in a way she knew he could feel. “That’s good, Danny Boy,” she moaned, her eyes closing again on their own accord as he licked her once more, dragging his tongue slowly over the entire

length of her pussy. He pushed his fingers inside her unexpectedly as he sucked on her clit and Eve gasped from the sudden stab of dual pleasure. “Oh, fuck!”

Eve went wild then, her inhibitions evaporating completely. Her head tossed on the floor as he fucked her with his fingers while he licked and sucked at her clit. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling at the dark strands as the bliss built into a raging inferno eleven months in the making. She wrapped her legs around him shamelessly, her feet hooking together at the soft spot between his shoulder blades, holding him to her when she started shaking from the pleasure that sprung loose embarrassingly fast.

She screamed when she came, her back scraping against the floor as she bowed beneath him from the tidal wave of ecstasy crashing over her. It pulsed through her body to the rapid thump of her heartbeat and she didn’t loosen her hold on him until it subsided to tiny vibrations of tingling pleasure.

“Oh, Evie Girl,” Danny groaned in a low, husky voice that betrayed his desperation for her. “Tell me you’re on the Pill.”

“I am,” Eve whispered breathlessly, her body tightening with a fresh surge of yearning that stunned her after the orgasm she just had. “After that I’m all yours. Come fuck me, Danny Boy.”

Danny didn’t need to be told twice. He crawled over her, pulling at the button to his jeans with shaking fingers. Eve stared up at him, taking in the tense line of his shoulders and the way he seemed to vibrate with suppressed desire. She got the impression he didn’t usually reveal himself this blatantly. Very few could make him vulnerable to the point that he shook with need he couldn’t hide and that was the most potent aphrodisiac of all.

“Let me.” Eve pushed his hand aside and pulled down his zipper. She arched an eyebrow up at him when she found no other barrier between her hand and his cock. She stroked the length of him, finding that his confidence was well placed. “Commando. That’s naughty. You really are the original bad boy, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea,” Danny groaned, his eyes squeezing shut when Eve caressed the long, thick length of him, savoring the smooth slide of his cock against her palm. Still enjoying the novelty of Danny Carlow, the most desired boy in her high school quivering for her, Eve let go of him. When he opened his eyes she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her palm, making a show of wetting it thoroughly. Danny’s dark eyes grew wide, his body jerking forward as it clenched from the image. “Fuck,” Danny growled at her. “And you call me naughty?”

Eve smiled at him tauntingly, speaking against her palm as she licked it once more. “Were you expecting one of your cheerleaders who hates getting their hands dirty? I like it sloppy. Didn’t Paul Guy tell you?”

“No, he didn’t tell me,” Danny mumbled, watching her lick her palm with a dark, lustful gaze. “He kept that to himself.”

“Then, surprise,” Eve said as she reached down, stroking him again, his cock sliding through her spit-slicked grip easily. Her other hand tangled in his hair once

more and she tugged his head down until his lips were a breath away from hers. “I’m a dirty bitch.”

She captured Danny’s lips in a hot, open-mouthed kiss and thrust her tongue into his mouth, savoring her taste on him. She swallowed his groan, his cock growing larger in her hand as she continued to stroke him in hard, slick movements that betrayed her knowledge that a man’s cock wouldn’t break in her hand. Being a tomboy did have some benefits. She had never been afraid of cock. Quite the opposite, playing with one had always been one of her favorite things.

“You are a dirty bitch,” Danny rasped, his chest heaving as he took sharp, hard breaths of desire. “Thank God.”

Danny captured her lips once more, his teeth tugging at her bottom lip roughly. Eve realized he had been holding himself back the whole time, trying to be someone he wasn’t because he had mistakenly assumed it was what she wanted. He had been shaking because he was fighting his nature that was hard, rough and forceful. Eve wrapped her arms around him, releasing her hold on his cock and offering him something much more tempting than her hand. She dug her nails into his bare shoulders as she thrust her hips up in invitation.

“I like it rough,” Eve moaned into his mouth. “I can take it as hard as you can give

it.”

“Rough I know how to do,” Danny groaned as he pushed his jeans past his hips. “I

can give it pretty hard.”

“Go for it,” Eve panted, her chest heaving as desire rushed over her in a surge of adrenaline that had her writhing beneath him. “Fuck me raw, Danny Boy.”

“Christ,” Danny gasped, his eyes rolling back as he fell over Eve, causing the air to rush out of her when she was flattened against the unforgiving floor with all of Danny’s weight over her. “I’m going bareback. I don’t want anything between us, not ever again.”

Eve moaned, her eyes squeezing shut as Danny reached down, hooking his arm under her knee, opening her wide to him. She didn’t even have a chance to catch her breath when his hips thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside her. Eve screamed from the sharp stab of pleasure, her entire body bowing beneath him. She shuddered from the drugging feeling of being stretched almost painfully. Her fingernails dug deeper into his shoulders. She would have given him encouragement if she could find her voice, but he pulled out and thrust back into her before she could.

A fine sheen of sweat broke out on both their bodies from the exertion of wild, carnal fucking. A part of Eve that wasn’t drowning in pleasure savored the slap of skin against skin, and the sharp gasps that burst out of both of them with every hard thrust of his body into hers. They suddenly became one deviant person and Eve found herself falling hard for Danny as he took more than her body. He somehow managed to take her soul with every ripple of pleasure that shimmered over her body, bringing her closer and closer to a destiny there was no escaping from now. As insane as it was,