If that wasn't what she wanted...?

The words seeped through the veiled mind, and Eve couldn't help but laugh softly, which sprang a little bumpily from her lips.

Oh fuck, and how she wanted that!

She would never have let it come to this if it had been any other way.

The fact that he asked her, of all people, was absurd. Ryker was a ten on the scale; she was maybe a three. Rio had often stood there giggling and nudging her with his elbow because they had both watched him a little longer - simply because he was hot. Even under a sweater or shirt, you could see the muscular arms stretching as he worked. Ryker had a broad back and narrow hips, and... shit, how many times had she secretly imagined what he might look like underneath?

But someone like Ryker would never look like a woman like her. Why would he? A hot guy like him certainly had other choices than a mother with a child—especially one with her flaws. At least, that's what she had thought.

But now he was standing here with her... and just the sight of the water drenching his hair and the drops running the sinful distance down his shoulders, toned chest, and the hot muscles of the implied six-pack of his stomach. There, they strayed into the sexy love trail of dark hair that inevitably drew her gaze to his handsome, towering manhood. Beneath her

Was her mouth dry, or was her mouth watering?

This man was sinful and could have escaped Riona's romance novels. Guys like that could have a hot woman in their arms. You had to be realistic. So, it was enough for her to look at him or simply indulge in one or two secret fantasies on quiet evenings.

That's why this moment was like a dream.

Not only because it was still wrapped in a light fog that wafted somewhere at the edge of her idle thoughts. It had also been far too long since anyone had touched her in this way or desired her. But now she saw his gaze focused on her. And the way he was looking at her... dispelled a hot tingle in her womb.

There was no doubt in her mind that he wanted her. Whether it was simply pity, a one-night stand for him, or desire that had merely built up for too long and was now being released on her of all people...

As much as it confused her, she didn't care why at the moment. She would have been a complete idiot to pass up such an opportunity!

So Eve gave him the answer to his question in a passionate kiss as her lips greedily met his and her tongue lusted after his.

A low moan of deep satisfaction bounced against her lips as he met her with the tip of his tongue, obviously breaking down the last walls that might have held him back. Strong hands and rough fingers gripped the back of her knees more clearly as he pulled her loins back a tiny bit - but only to finally penetrate her in one short thrust.

Even if she had wanted to, she would not have been able to hold back the pleasurable moan.

Her whole body screamed for him. For more.

Panting deeply, she clutched one arm around his broad shoulders to find some support. In vain. Even the cold tiles at her back failed to soothe the heat inside her as Ray began to move inside her in initially slow but then increasingly powerful thrusts.

Fuck, Ray felt incredible and was a sight she could have happily died with right then and there.

Hardened muscles moved beneath the man's tanned skin. The feel of his hardness against the steel body that wedged her between him and the wall inevitably elicited more pleasurable sounds of female lust.

If she had been able to think clearly before, her thoughts slipped away at the latest when his lips slipped from her swollen kiss pads. Hot breath accompanied by moans of male pleasure hit the curve of her jaw and slid deeper from there. Ray's lust only seemed to fuel her own, like the interplay of flame and a gust of wind.

Though Ray's dark mop of hair sank into the blurred fog of her vision... it was the first time her muscles didn't tense because her disability limited her now, of all times, and in such a position. Instead, she closed her eyes and surrendered to the waves that washed over her whenever another thrust of his loins gripped her body.

"Ray," she moaned, trying with all her might to keep her voice in check lest perhaps a sound of pleasure made it into the hallway - or to Liam. But this tenuous self-control was fading.

His warm lips caressed her neck, the crook of her shoulder, and his teeth nipped gently, but arousal-driven into the soft skin to elicit new sounds again and again.

Eve felt her muscles twitch. How her abdomen gripped the hard shaft tighter and tighter and gripped his manhood tighter and tighter in the repeated spasms. She felt as if she was falling and flying at the same time.

Breathlessly, her back stretched as Ray's mouth descended on the rosy tips, maltreating them with teeth and tongue in an agonizing way.

"Oh God...! Ray!" Eve whimpered into the rushing water and was rewarded with a mixture of soft laughter and manly moans.

It felt like this man was everywhere. One moment, his lips were on her breasts, then he pressed his mouth eagerly to her lips again. His tongue played with hers, and she tasted the bittersweet mixture of syrup and coffee on her tongue. Shortly after, he slid his lips over her chin and even planted a series of tender caresses on the maltreated curve of her cheek, which the injury had disfigured without shyness or disgust.

"Eve... you're beautiful..." Ray whispered darkly.

Her heart stumbled like a clumsy fawn, and those words took her breath away wonderfully. The fluttering pulse in her chest tightened even more, if that was even possible, and for a second, her head was just... blank. 

She didn't have time to wonder if he didn't mind the scar or something on her body - because he left her no room for self-doubt.

"Eve," he moaned instead in the deep bass of a male voice, the lust-soaked sound adding a hot shiver to the growing, saccharine madness inside her. His hands were... everywhere.

She felt them on her neck where he held her while he kissed her. He let his fingers, marked by hard work, glide over her breasts, carassing her nipples and, as if of their own accord, she came longingly towards his touch.

It felt indescribable how her soft body was trapped between the wall and him. A wordless dominance, dosed just right, and which Eve enjoyed for the first time in far too long instead of being afraid of male closeness. Ray sank into her in another deep thrust, and Eve gasped under the sensation.

Ray filled her up, and she embraced him hot and wet. Under the restlessness inside her, she moved her hips to meet his thrusts, as if she could take him in even deeper.

She wanted more. It just wasn't enough. 

She wanted everything from him.