Eva POV
“Does it still hurt, baby?” Corey whispers in my ear, the water moving around us as his fingers pump in and out of me.
“No,” I moaned, leaning back against his taut frame. It does hurt, but I’m not going to admit that. I’m tired of him being gentle with me. I want him. Now.
After he carried me into the bathroom, he set me on the counter, and after a few deep kisses that left me breathless, he left me to watch in a wanting daze as he started the shower and got it warmed up for us. The bathroom was already filled with his stuff. The apartment looked as if someone had been staying there. I wonder if he stayed here to be close by while I was missing. I know mom already got the apartment ready for us, but she wouldn’t have stocked his bathroom stuff and not mine.
Corey helped me
