The feeling of finally being in his arms again, after weeks of silence and coldness between them, was the reason for the wide grin spreading over her lips. Eva didn’t notice Maria staring after them, mouth agape, and it was a wonder that they made it up the stairs and into her room without stumbling. “You’d be surprised at what I can handle.” The words rolled off her lips easily, eyebrows already raised teasingly. She backed him up so that he was falling onto the bed behind them, her lips moving down to meet his. There was a time and place for banter and slow build-up and now was not the time.
The tension in the air and between them was completely tangible, thicker than anything that had ever been around them. Even when they slept together the first night, even when they had that awkward building tension as they fell in love over all these weeks. It was like everything had been a catalyst to this moment here, when there were no doubt and only the pure bliss in knowing there was nothing or no one else that could ruin this. His hands were pulling and tugging at the expensive clothes, knowing that no expensive suit compared to the beauty that was her skin and her body.