Chapter 9

If there was anyone in this world who was mine, it's her.

Eva's possessive streak was as strong as ever. Whether Nadia believed it or not, it had never abated over the several years they had been together. I'm good at stomping it down until I can't anymore. This was the adventurous woman who loved trying new things with new people. She didn't have an issue with Nadia flirting or being ogled at by other women. No, what Eva Warren got fired up about was the concept of her not being there to appreciate how much another woman wanted her wife.

Because everyone should want Nadia. Who wouldn't want to stick their face between those thick thighs or kiss those delectable lips? Eva had done both hundreds of times, yet she never got bored with it.

Besides, you like it when I get like this, don't you? Nadia hated to admit that it was probably one of her biggest kinks. Mostly because she hated admitting to kinks of any kind. That was Eva's realm of expertise, as proven time and time again. Then again, I'm not ashamed of anything. Sometimes, kids were raised in the kind of puritanical households that made them neurotic messes when it came to any kind of vice, sex included. Then there were the Warren kids, who had come out so entrenched in the world of BDSM that even Eva had to laugh that she and her brother had memberships in the same club.

They weren't there now, though. Even if they were back home, Nadia probably wouldn't go. When she did go with Eva on date night, it was to meet up with their other friends, never to take in the ambiance. Nadia was the kind of woman who liked a quiet night at home or a low-key date of dinner and maybe the occasional family-friendly event. Eva liked those things too. But she also loved showing off her wife, who was the hottest woman in New England.

And she was all Eva's.

I bet she went on that date and hung on Lacey's arm to make me jealous. Because she likes it when I get a bit jealous. Eva pulled Nadia closer, landing a kiss as heavy as her intentions on the side of her wife's neck. As her hands ascended Nadia's chest and pulled on her neckline, she half-expected to be told no. Yet Eva hadn't misread the moment when she guessed her wife might be in a sexual mood. Whether it was purely Lacey's machinations or Nadia's kink coming to life… well, why should Eva give a fuck? Moments like these were fleeting. If she didn't seize her wife's desire to make passionate love, then what good was Eva?

"You know what the best part about being married to you is?" Eva asked with Nadia's chest solidly in her grasp. I've got big hands, and they're still not big enough to hold these things. Eva never told her wife that she had secretly named both breasts, and the left one was her best friend. "Getting to touch you like this whenever I want."

"Whenever you want?" Nadia's breathless repetition wasn't lost on Eva, who seized the opportunity to pull down one of her wife's sleeves and kiss the bra strap barely holding on. "What makes you think you get to touch me whenever you want?"

She didn't stop Eva. The tacit understanding of their marriage meant Eva could forge onward until she heard otherwise. God, Goddess, Whatever, bless me such bounty as to make hot and furious love to this woman. Eva was the first person to know that marriage wasn't an automatic segue into sex every night of the week… although, if that was what Nadia wanted, who was Eva to say no?

"Because you're mine, and I said so."

Eva let that settle into Nadia's sinew, preparing herself for snark, sarcasm, and subterfuge. Yet Nadia's heavy-lidded eyes soon gazed up at her wife, who held back the raging urge to kiss those lips.

"You want to put your mark all over this, don't you?"

"Every fucking day." Eva didn't mention the other thought dangling at the end of her words. Especially if another woman is sniffing around her. Eva was an animal deep down in the tumultuous chambers of her heart. Even if Lacey wasn't a veritable threat to her marriage, she wanted to make it clear that this woman? This one right here in Eva's arms? She's mine. She's the only one I need. Go get your own, Cruz.

Eva would be damned.

Coaxing Nadia off her stool and onto the bed was as simple as brushing two fingers over her nipples and reminding her what could happen if they were lying down. Me on top of you. Me grinding against you for half the night. Me making you quiver in places you didn't know you had. Eva couldn't decide if she wanted the dress on or off. Her own clothes? That was easy. Get these things off me. The blouse was the first to go. Her bra was short work beneath her own fingers. As she quickly came out of most of her clothes while Nadia looked on in growing anticipation, Eva felt like the queen of the whole world.

At least the queen of the Strip. That was more important than the world.

When she couldn't hold herself back any longer, she dove into the cleavage that had been taunting her for the past few minutes. Her tongue tasted everything it could find, from the salty, sweaty skin that had been exposed to the world for half the night to the hardening nipples that stayed hidden within Nadia's dress. Eva knew exactly how to flick her tongue in the right way, so Nadia nearly rolled onto her side and broke their sensual contact.

That was all Eva needed to know she was on the right track. Now, how to seal the deal?

Because she wanted her wife more than she had wanted her that whole year. She had to make it clear that Nadia was not only her one in a million, but the only woman who could hold Eva Warren's attention for more than a year, let alone seven.

It wasn't difficult for Eva to find other women interested in her. Just that night alone she had been propositioned by a whole group of women who may or may not have been interested in the kind of "group" activity that marked the pornography pages but had at least made Eva think they were. That's already a hundred steps farther than most women make it. She had looks, money, charm, and pride. Eva knew it. She had utilized a combination of all four since she first awakened as a sexual being nearly twenty years ago.

No matter where this marriage went, no matter where they lived, and no matter how many kids they might have, everything came back to nights like these.

Eva wanted her head between Nadia's legs, but to abandon these breasts, this stomach was verboten. A compromise was in order. One that brought Eva's hand downward instead, her fingers recognizing every curve and crevice of a woman who hadn't been this opened up to her in much too long.

With Eva's head buried where it belonged and her fingers slipping into their favorite place, she had more than earned the right to thrust against her wife and hear those cries of passionate release.

She knew what kind of thoughts had raced through Nadia's head before she was a goner. "What about my dress, Eva? You're going to wrinkle it. Now you're going to get it all messy. Really? Right on top of the comforter and not on the sheets? Do you think places like this actually change the comforter between guests? Why do you have to be so intense? Haven't you heard of sweet and slow lovemaking? Oh… oh my…"

That's where Nadia was now. The oh my.

Eva could kiss whatever part of her wife's body she wanted. A dress like this, once it was off the arms, could go up and down the torso as needed. The skirt was merely an accent on the supple body that looked as good naked as it did with a wrinkling dress caressing its curves. The bust was long gone from Nadia's chest. Nothing revved Eva more than two breasts poking out of a well-fitted bra, the strap digging hard into the shoulder as it struggled to do its simple job in the face of so much… movement.

Eva had a simple goal, besides keeping Nadia's interest. Make her come as hard and as fast as possible. This was her brand of romance. Wining and dining, sweet words, and kind gestures all had their places in this marriage, but this was what Eva thought about more often than chocolates and roses. Pushing the limits of her own body, as well as her beloved's, was the true mark of adoration. Making someone like Nadia come completely undone with bliss in five minutes? That was pride in her abilities.

Eva was not disappointed in herself.

Nadia made such an abrupt sound of orgasmic pleasure that Eva almost mistook it for discomfort. Yet the sudden pressure put on her fingers and the urgent way Nadia moved her hips told a much more enlightening story. Eva spared not a single word as she allowed Nadia to cry into the back of her hand and rip the comforter off the edge of the bed. Her grip, both above and below, was so tight that the lines in her arms grew bolder by the second.

She tasted like ambrosia. She sounded like angels. She felt like heaven.

This was Eva's wife, and she was honored to expend so much of her life force on making her happy.

"God…" Nadia was limp when such a moment of exhilaration passed. Her thighs relaxed and her legs hung open, but she was on a different planet. One Eva might visit if she put in the work. "Your fingers should be illegal."

Eva kept one hand wrapped around Nadia's leg as she pulled herself up and rested her head on a pillow. "Your pussy should be illegal."

Nadia was still breathless when she spoke. "Yeah? Your fingers are unlicensed weapons."

"And your pussy is a Class C felony drug. Get over it."

Nadia left her legs spread open as she slightly turned toward Eva and beckoned her with parted pouty lips. Eva slammed her mouth forward, pulling Nadia closer, letting her go, and finding the strength to get on top of her again – this time without her clothes on.

Out of everything she had surreptitiously packed in their "weekend away" bag, it was nothing but her natural-born body that Eva used to make love to her wife and bring them both pleasure. After years together, Eva knew exactly how to piece their bodies together like a puzzle for the best and fastest results. She didn't see it as a shortcut, and it certainly wasn't a "routine." It was progress, damnit, and Eva got excited every time she did it.

There was nothing like pinning Nadia down on a bed and riding her until the headboard slammed against the wall. She was addicted to heat on her leg and the way her wife writhed in crowning ecstasy. Those wispy, breathy cries of acquiescence as she gave herself over to Eva could be sold on the black market for a price. This is a woman to make a sex tape with. Nadia would rather die, but it was a fun fantasy. If anyone deserved to have her sex life appreciated by other people, it was Nadia, who could probably pack a full house at the exhibition-voyeur nights in the club. She only needs to be naked in a post-sex haze, and tips would rain.

Now, if anyone got to see Eva doing this to Nadia…

Perish the thought, Eva knew. Boy, though, did that image get her ready to explode.

"Nobody fucks you like I do." In between riding for her life and covering Nadia's glistening skin in kisses, Eva had to be heard. "I don't care who else wants to touch you. Nobody does it like me."

Nadia's hands landed on either side of her head, and her whole body opened for Eva's taking. That was easy enough. With those hands now pinned to the pillow and two legs locking Nadia's waist to the mattress, all Eva had to do was lower her mouth for a throat-deep kiss to get another point across.

"Prove it," Nadia whispered on her wife's lips.

Who did Eva do it for more? Herself? Nadia?

Did it matter?

Nadia's pleasure also belonged to Eva. She shared in its joy like she shared in its power to overwhelm her. Take me out, damnit. She wanted to be so exhausted when she finally fell onto the bed a final time that she didn't know which way was up and which was down. She would come so hard that her whole universe flipped directions and sent her tumbling down to heaven before launching her back up to hell.

Either was good. Both were ganache.

Eva's orgasm came suddenly after she began to worry that she was forcing it too hard. Yet as she lost herself in the moment, hands scrambling for purchase and feet shooting out behind her until she no longer touched her wife, she knew this was it. This was the end, but not the last opportunity to feel this way again.

Nadia initially refused the offer to cuddle, but only because she wanted to rid herself of the dress strangling her body. "Sheesh," she muttered with stiff movements pulling her dress over her head. "You got it all wet."

"Damn straight I did."

Nadia tossed one of her favorite dresses to the floor. When she turned back to Eva, it was with her underwear askew on her pelvis and her breasts falling out of her bra. In two more seconds, Eva had the hooks undone and Nadia's chest free from the tyrannical oppression of Victoria's Secret.

"You're really fucking hot."

Such a compliment rocketed Eva back up to the moon. "You ain't so bad yourself, toots."

Nadia laughed as she finally succumbed to the cuddling that marked the end of their lovemaking. "All of that happened in fifteen minutes. Felt like an hour."

"That's the best kind of sex."

"We should do that more often."

"Whenever you want, babe."

They lay like that for another fifteen minutes, Nadia's eyes opened but glazed over. Eva's chin burrowed into red hair as her lips tasted the sweet scent of her wife's scalp.

This is already almost every night of our marriage. How many times had they fallen asleep like this? How many times had Eva considered herself the luckiest woman in the world because Nadia Gaines, the only woman to not want her for her money, had given her a chance?

Eva already had everything she needed. She merely hoped that Nadia could say the same.