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She blinks. “Why?”
“Why do you think?” My voice is gritty.
She glances at my jeans. At the obvious ridge there. “I don’t know, West. Why don’t you tell me?”
“Because it’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and I need to, badly.”
Her lips part. Her chest rises with a long, deep breath. “And this t-shirt makes you want to have sex?” She steps closer, until she’s almost between my knees. I grasp the bedcovers to stop myself from reaching out.
I don’t answer right away. I can’t. My jaw’s clenched so tight it might crack. She looks at me like she’s trying to figure me out.
“No,” I finally say, clutching the covers harder. “It’s not the t-shirt.”
“Then what?” she asks, tipping her head to the side. She’s so close her knees bump against my legs and I’m hard as a damn rock. This woman is so damn beautiful it almost hurts to look at her.
“Is it because I’m the one person you can’t have?” she whispers. And damn if she doesn’t lean forward and climb onto me, her legs straddling mine, the t-shirt riding up.
I can’t help it, I have to touch her. It’s gonna kill me if I don’t.
My hands slide up her thighs before I can stop them. Jesus, her skin is warm and soft. My fingers flex against the curve of her hips, and her breath catches like she needs this just as much as I do.
“It’s not about being unable to have you,” I say gruffly. “It’s about not being able to stop wanting you. There’s a difference.”
She doesn’t blink. Nor does she flinch. She just sits there like she knows exactly what she’s doing, and she’s enjoying the effect she has on me.
And then she rolls her hips against me, her chest hitching when she feels just how big that effect is.
“Do. Not. Do. That.”
Of course she does it again.
I groan, low and raw, and dig my fingers into her hips. “Eden.”
She leans forward until her mouth is at my ear. “You told Bennett we were going to be having loud, rampant sex tonight,” she whispers, nipping at my lobe with her teeth. “You gonna make a liar out of yourself?”
My grip tightens. She’s messing with me, and it’s working, but under all that bravado I can feel her heartbeat thudding against mine, fast and unsteady.
“You think this is a game?” I murmur, turning my head so my mouth brushes hers. “You think I won’t follow through?”
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t back away. “I think you’ll push me away, then go jack off in the shower like you did last time.”
This time she gyrates. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“You think I jack off in the shower?” I rasp.
“I know you do. I watched you.”
“When?”
She swallows hard, her eyes hazy, like she’s remembering. Damn, she wants me. I can read it in her eyes, I can feel it in her body.
This is so wrong. But God help me, I can’t push her away.
“The other night. After you caught me with the vibrator.” Her cheeks pink up. Her breath is as ragged as mine.
“Did you watch me come?”
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip. She nods, just once. “Yeah,” she whispers. “I watched all of it.”
