Finding Eva (Sophia Noire Series) (6 page)

Sitting me up he soothingly strokes my hair with his fingers, and then switches to brushi
ng my hair. With each sensuous brush stroke I can feel myself start to relax and lay back down on his chest.
 

Taking the soap I begin to wash myself. I feel like a new person after unloading my secrets and baring my soul.
 
 

The smell of jasmine fills my senses and it reminds me of our first night together. I realize that we have only known each other for two days but I feel like it has been years.
 

He takes the soap and starts to lather up my shoulders and back. My body stirs and I feel very aroused from his touch.
 

His soap-slick hands slide down my arms and begin to lightly massage them. I can feel he is aroused as I sit with his legs wrapped around my thighs. His thick cock is pressing up against my lower back and my body starts to hum.
 

Leaning back I moan into his ear. I feel his hands slide back up my arms and
up to my shoulders. His touch is like magic and the world vanishes. It is just me and James—nothing else matters. I know what will make me right again.
 

“James, please make love to me. I need you tonight. You are the only thing that takes my pain away. You make me feel wanted, special.” I almost say loved but I don’t. I am smart enough to avoid that word.
 

His heavy breath is on my neck and it sends goose bumps down back. “Oh
, Eva. What I wouldn’t do to have you. I want you to be all mine.”
 

“Then you have me. We talked enough for tonight
, James.”
 

I turn around in the bathtub and lay my naked body on his. Kissing him deeply I feel his strong hands grab my waist.
 

I hear t
he gentle splash of the jasmine-scented bathwater and watch the flickering candles casting shadows on his handsome face and I feel alive. Free.
 

He knows my name—
he knows who I am and he is still here. He hasn’t laughed at me or run away. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I feel cared for.
 

A big smile crosses my face as I look at him. “Thank you
, James. Thank you for everything.”
 

His hand cups my chin and he kisses me. Softly at first and then deeper. Our tongues explore each other and I feel his hand slide from my waist to my inner thigh.
 The soft water laps where his fingers touch is and the sensation threatens to pull me over the brink.
 

My body is so ready for him, it is practically chanting his name. “James, James, James!”
 

He turns me around so that I am lying face up looking at him. The hunger in his eyes show his intentions.
 

“Oh
, Eva. I have to have you. I can’t handle the temptation any longer.” His voice trembles a little as though his emotions are overwhelming him, too.
 

He slides his hand up my inner thigh and gently massages my folds. I hunger for more as I feel myself open to him.
 

Massaging my clit I squirm under him, trying to increase the friction. I lick his lip and kiss him hard as I curl my toes under the extreme pleasure.
 

I slide my hand down between us and rub his long, hard cock. He moans loudly and I can feel it grow harder. “Oh
, Eva, you are so beautiful,” he says huskily.
 

He kisses me feverishly and I feel our bodies begin to move in reckless abandon, yet together. Slowly he moves his hand and slides himself into me. I bite down on my lip as he enters me deeply, as he completes me. I have never felt such pleasure, and
 we move together in unison.
 

“Look at me
, Eva.” He says it in almost a commanding voice and I can feel his intensity.
 

We lock eyes and I feel suddenly lost in them. He fills me with every thrust and I start to feel the sensation build.
 

The connection between us is no
w tied with a knot. We are one—our souls are connected and I feel an overwhelming feeling of love.
 

I can feel myself tighten around him as my orgasm builds to an intense and throbbing crescendo. “Oh James, I...I” The need to tell him how I feel is overwhelming.
 

Again he reads my very thoughts and he assures me breathlessly, “Eva, I feel the same way.”
 

Our bodies start to move faster and I run my hands down his back pushing him further into me, wrapping my legs tighter and tighter around his waist, pulling him so close that we become one.
 

I fe
el myself going over the cliff, and for the first time I orgasm with a man I truly love. “Yes, James! I am yours! I love you!” I cry out, every single word the absolute truth.
 

I scream it as the sweet pulsing sensation tightens around his cock. As I do this, he takes his hand and grabs my thigh as he presses deep into me.
 

“Yes, Eva! You are mine.” I feel his throbbing cock pulse strongly as he comes inside of me.
 

I lay there in the warm tub with him kissing me softly and stroking my face. He looks at me adoringly and his dimple is emphasized. “I love you too
, Eva.”
 

Laying there he kisses me softly and then trails his mouth from my collarbone down to my breasts and then down to my navel. He takes his mouth farther down as he lifts my hips and kisses my inner thigh.
 

I feel my body instantly buzz again with each kiss. He is the most amazing man that I have ever met. This is what I was made for.
 

I run my hands through his hair as he slides back up trailing his tongue along my wet skin.
 

“I want more of you
, Eva,” he says, raggedly.
 

Getting out the tub he stands in front of me with his gorgeous, muscular body.
Wow, he is a hunk! I am the luckiest woman alive.
 

He throws a robe around himself and then grabs a big, fluffy towel and holds it out for me. “Let me dry you off.”
 

He gently towels me dry and his movements are almost sexual as he rubs the towel along my thighs and waist and then up to my breasts and shoulders.
 

As I stand there naked he looks me over with probing and roaming eyes. “You are a goddess, Eva.”
 

Leaning up on the counter, he bends down to his knees and starts to kiss my ankle, softly stroking my calves. Slowly he starts kissing my hip area. Laughing, I buck and wiggle trying to avoid his tickling kisses.
 

So this is what its like to be loved.
I play with his thick, black hair and smile, reveling in the gentle affection.
 

He moves his kisses up toward my inner thigh and looks up at me. The look is primal and my knees go weak. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of his tongue licking my clit and massaging my folds with his finger. He goes in deeper with his tongue and lifts my leg over his shoulder.
 

I have never experienced a man’s mouth like this and the feeling is exquisite. Oh. My. God. I can barely stand and lean more into the counter to keep my balance.
 

As he is grabbing my ass he pushes me further into his mouth and his tongue explores further, licking and massaging my soft, intimate skin. I can feel my orgasm build again and I have to sit on the counter.
 

I readjust myself and now both of legs are over his shoulder as he nibbles and licks with such passion that I forget myself.
 

He slides his hand up to my breast and pinches one of my nipples. His fingers are wet and the sensation of his tongue licking my sweet spot at the same time puts me over the top.
 

The pulsing release explodes and I scream out in ecstasy. “Oh
, James. Yes!”
 

He sits there slowly caressing my thighs as I come down from the biggest high I have ever
had. My body feels like it has been shattered into a million fantastic pieces. I am undone and can’t move as he stands and runs kisses up my body.
 

Lifting me up he carries me to his bed. I lay there in his arms completely sated by the most amazing orgasm I have ever experienced.
 

“Sleep well
, Eva. I love you.” He pulls up the covers and spoons me into his side.

I feel like I am floating in a warm ocean. Nothing but peace and sunshine surrounds me. I drift off into sleep with a smile on my face.

CHAPTER 8
GOOD MORNING, BEAUTIFUL

“L
ily!” James’ blood-curdling scream bounces off the walls throughout the apartment.
 

Waking me out of my perfect slumber, I watch him
sleep with such empathy. I understand what it is like to lose someone.
 

“James, James, please wake up.” I try to calm him, softly patting his arm and whispering.
 

He is sweaty as moves around in bed and the sheets are wrapped around his leg.
 

“Eva. Oh, I am so sorry.” His voice is weak as wakes, realizing he has called out for Lily.
 

“There is no reason to be sorry, silly. I am here. Try and calm down, it was just a nightmare.” I make some soothing noises to help James manage his fear and disappointment.
 

He sits up and the terror still shows in his eyes as he peers at me through the dark.
 The city lights glow through the shades, a soft light illuminating the room.
 

“I need a glass of water—
want anything, Eva?” He slips on his boxer shorts. Is it bad to enjoy watching his gorgeous body move, knowing that he is so upset?
 

“Yeah, actually, that would be great.” I decide to wait in bed to give him a chance to shake off the bad nightmare.
 

I want to know about Lily but I am afraid of the truth. What if he is in love with Lily? I can’t bear to lose him, particularly to another woman.
 

Jealousy surges through me and I am ashamed of it. Obviously I want him to be happy so I need to be able to let him go if that is what makes him happy.
Ugh, I am so screwed.
 

As he walks in
, I can see improvement in his demeanor. He gives me that charming lopsided smile and my heart melts.
 

“Here you go.” He hands me a glass of water and I take a big gulp. I am a bit dehydrated from all of my waterworks earlier.
 

Sitting silently with him in the dark I finally get enough courage to ask him the question, “Who is Lily and what happened to her?”
 

He snuggles with me in bed and breathes out a big sigh. “I think that this conversation is for another day. Tonight has been tough for you and I don’t want to burden you with my problems. We will talk about Lily and your Aunt Patti tomorrow. Let’s just get some sleep sweetheart.”
 

I don’t argue with him. Tonight has been a huge milestone for us. I enjoy his arms wrapped around me and savor the moment before I drift back off into sleep.
 

I wake to the smell of coffee and I find myself smiling from head to toe. This is really happening. I am really here with James.

Slipping out of bed I walk into the bathroom to quickly assess my appearance. I have never stayed over with someone and I know what I look like in the morning. It is not always pretty.
 

Oh dear, my hair is a rats nest like usual. Brushing it out can take awhile so I inspect my face for smeared mascara. I pretty much cried it all off last night so I am good there. I quickly brush my teeth. Feeling a little bit better about how I look, I walk into the kitchen to find James cooking breakfast in his boxers.
Damn, he is hot!
 

“Good morning beautiful, want some coffee?” James asks with a twinkle.
 

“Yes, I would love some. Thanks.” Walking over to him, I wrap my arms around him and enjoy his warm skin with a lo
ng embrace. I am still a little sleepy and I want to snuggle all morning.
 

“Oh
, Eva, you feel so good. How did you sleep?”
 

He passes me a big mug of coffee and sip it slowly as the cobwebs clear from my foggy brain.
 

“Hmmm?”
 

“Hey sleepyhead, are you awake yet?” Giving me a kiss on the cheek he laughs and I register what he has just said.
 

“Yes, I slept great. Better than I have in years. Did you have any more nightmares?”
 

“No. I slept great.” He gives me a half-hearted grin and my heart breaks for him. We both have our demons to deal with.
 

My stomach is growling and I try and cover it up with my hand.
Like that will help, Eva!
 

“Ahhh...someone is hungry. I am making waffles and bacon.” He motions for me to sit at the table by the large windows overlooking the city.
 

It is a sunny morning with blue skies and I can see Mount Hood and Mount St. Helens. It is so rare to have sunny skies in winter. It usually rains all winter long and
, when the sun comes out, Portlanders act like its summer, regardless of the temperature.
 

“What time is it
, James? If it is sunny outside already it must be about 8:30 am.”
 

“It is actually is 10
am, sweetheart. I couldn’t bear to wake you.”
 

Cupping my face in his hands he gives me a delicate kiss and sparks fly through my body. Geez, just a little kiss and I am ready to go again. He sets down the plate in front of me with a glass of orange juice.
 

“This looks wonderful
.  I am starving.” I dive into the waffle and dip a big bite into warm maple syrup. “Mmm.  This is so good.” Trying to mind my manners, I wait until I almost finish my bite before I talk. The bacon is crunchy and salty and the contrast to the sweet maple is divine.
 

“You are so s
weet to make me breakfast! It’s my favorite meal of the day.” Grinning ear to ear, I take a sip of the juice. It is a rare thing to get breakfast like this when you live at the Parish.
 

We eat together in a comfortable silence and I feel so at home with him. The fact that we have only known each other for two days is incredible.

I have read about love at first sight and all of that, but always thought it was just fiction. I feel like this is a wonderful dream and I pray I don’t ever have to wake up.