I wish I had more brains than dick right about now. Because if I did, I wouldn’t be falling in love with the gorgeous woman in my bed.
Eden is currently laying sideways across the mattress with her laptop in front of her. She’s focused on something on the screen—a spreadsheet that I have no hope of understanding. What I do understand are her lush curves that are meant to be worshiped, and her smart mouth, which I desperately want to kiss.
We’ve been tiptoeing around this subject for weeks now—that subject being us and I’m ready to throw caution to the wind and tell her exactly how I feel. Not much scares me, I’ve been through enough in life to know you can bounce back from most things … but admitting the truth … the depth of my feelings for her? That might not be something I can bounce back from. Because if Eden doesn’t feel the same, she could walk away from me for good, and I can’t let that happen.
I take a step closer, already plotting how I might be able to pry her computer away from her in exchange for something a whole lot more fun—like say, my package, but her cell phone chimes with a series of messages, making me pause.
I don’t mean to read over her shoulder, but the name on the screen catches my attention.
It’s her ex. All the more reason to distract her. Because I don’t want her thinking about Alex right now. I want her so consumed in me there’s not room for anyone else.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
She nods distractedly before turning the phone on silent. “Fine.”
It’s a lie. She’s stressed out about something, but I decide now’s not the time to pry. Maybe later, when we’re breathless and sated and sleepy, she’ll tell me what’s really on her mind.
Until then, I’ll just have to deal.
I lean over her, placing one knee on the mattress and rub her shoulders. They’re tense and she lets out a contented sigh, relaxing under my hands. I work my fingertips into her shoulder blades, then move onto her neck while she murmurs accolades.
“Oh, thank you. Wow, I didn’t realize how stiff I was.”
I hum and press in deeper with my thumbs. “You sure you’re okay?”
Eden closes her laptop and rolls on her side to gaze up at me. “Better now.”
I smile at her. “Can you put that thing away for tonight?”
Her smart mouth tilts upward. “And do what instead?”
“I can think of something. As long as we’re making suggestions, that is.”
She touches my thigh, her fingers lightly grazing and teasing me through the denim.
She lifts on one elbow and I lean over to draw her mouth into a hot kiss. She tastes like cinnamon gum and I touch her jaw, my tongue making greedy passes against hers.
Arousal stirs inside me and when we part, Eden’s gaze falls to where my cock is currently straining against my jeans.
“I don’t deserve this, you know,” I groan when she draws my zipper down, achingly slowly.
“I say you do,” she purrs.
“You’re the boss,” I manage through ragged breathing.
I may not tell Eden with words tonight how I feel about her, but I’m damn sure going to show her. She’s going to be so well-loved by the time I’m done with her, I might as well have been shouting it from the rooftops.