“We have plans,” I repeated, and took a step backward and down, dragging her with me. If we didn’t, I’d call Alek and Cole and make sure we did. Now that she’d let us back in, I couldn’t get enough of this woman.
Eva took one step down, then another, and then her shoulders drooped. “Sorry, Miles,” she whispered. “I’ve got plans.”
Eva turned so abruptly, she knocked me off-kilter, and I stumbled to follow her out of the classroom.
“Hey hey hey,” I said as I dropped my free arm over her shoulders, the other weighed down by her books.
“Fuck you, Tristan,” she muttered. “This is the only class I don’t have an A in, and all I wanted to do was fuckingstudy so I can maintain my GPA and get a scholarship to med school.”
Before I even knew I was doing it, I’d dropped her books to the ground and shoved her back against the concrete walls of the hallway, caging her in with my arms as I towered over her.
“He didn’t want to study, Eva. He wanted to get into your pants.”
The contempt on Eva’s face hurt more than I expected. “Not everyone’s a manipulative asshole, Tristan.” Guess we weren’t entirely forgiven yet.
I shoved the guilt aside to address the issue at hand. “He couldn’t keep his eyes off your tits.”
“How’s that any different from you?”
Fuck, I was furious with her, but I didn’t want her furious with me. “Eva,” I growled then bent my head down so I could run my nose up the satin column of her throat, inhaling her citrus and vanilla scent. “Fuck, you smell good today. Did you wear perfume so you could seduce that asshole?”
She shoved me backward, her eyes flashing with fury. “Are you kidding me?” She cut herself off, flushing, and it was so fucking cute, I wanted to take her in my arms and hug her. “I’m working for the team, trying to keep my grades up so I can get into med school, dealing with a chronic heart problem and also trying to gather evidence to take down one of the most powerful men in the city. Do you think I have time to add someone else to the mix? We didn’t even have a fucking relationship, and I broke up with you. I’m not a fucking cheat.”
I nipped at her neck, and she shivered, her fingers clutching at my chest. “You’re ours, Eva. When are you going to figure that out?”
I wrapped my arms around her waist as she rested her cheek on my chest, and I wanted to pump my fist in the air with the victory.
The hem of Eva’s sweater teased at me, and I stopped resisting, slipping my fingers up to her waist to trace along the top of her jeans.
“You don’t want him,” I murmured. “He’s boring, and he sure as fuck wouldn’t treat you the way I do.”
“You mean he wouldn’t blackmail me for sex?” Eva sassed back, and I fell a little bit more in love with her in that moment.
“Why’d you wear the perfume?” I asked her. She wouldn’t look at me, and hope beat so hard in my chest, it might explode. “For me, kitten? For us?”
Eva lifted her chin. “For me.”
Beautiful liar. She wanted us to want her. I splayed my hands over her ribs, reveling in her softness, so different from Cole and myself, hard for different reasons, inside and out.
When my hand slipped over her stomach, she flinched away from me, so I gripped her hip and pressed my hand into her flesh, the feel of my fingers pressing into her side so fucking hot.
“What’s wrong?”
She flushed, and I loved the power I held to make this tightly controlled woman lose her composure even a little bit.
When Eva didn’t answer, I took one hand to cup her cheek and force her to look up at me. “Eva?”
“That’s not my favorite part of my body,” she said firmly, meeting my eye, not an ounce of emotion in her voice.
Oh.Oh.
Fury slid through me at anyone who’d ever made my girlfeel anything less than. I slid my hand around to cup her ass, digging my fingers into her left cheek while I tightened my grip on her face. “Every part of your body belongs to me, Eva.”
Her muscles clenched under me, and suddenly, my earlier jealousy faded away compared to my need to reassure her she was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
“Do you know why I don’t want you talking to other men?”
Her eyes flashed with anger again, and I reached up to smooth the furrow in her brow with my thumb.