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That just tells me Nudge is going to be the lodge cat, helping herself to pets from everyone once she’s big enough to leave the apartment. She wouldn’t be the first, though it’s been a while, and up to now, those cats have always been town strays.
This one is mine, and I feel just as possessive about the furry little beast as I do the woman she’s lying on.
Propping up on my elbow, I run the tip of my finger over the edge of Eden’s jaw. “I have a surprise for you.”
She grins. “Another one?”
With a small huff, I drop onto my back, which jostles the cat again, and apparently that’s one time too many because she bolts off to find a hiding spot. Eden takes the opportunity to roll toward me, and she eases one leg over mine, and I roll to face her, trapping her calf between my knees.
“René came up with this surprise,” I confess. My words still feel a little thick in my mouth from the stress of the weekend and from the emotions rushing through me, but she either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, and I’m not sure which one of those things I like better.
Maybe both, because she’s still in tune to things I need. Like when my hand wouldn’t cooperate. She didn’t humiliate me. Instead, she just gave me what I needed so I could get my lips on her, then shared a story that I knew damn well was only supposed to look funny on the outside. In reality, it had been a vulnerable moment of her life—maybe one that defined who she became.
I wasn’t really joking about wanting to know who that little asshole was, even if decades had passed since the incident.
“It’s a hot meal, isn’t it?” Eden asks. Her voice shakes me out of my head, and I smile at her, shrugging as I curl one hand in her hair and pull her toward me.
“Not a bad guess,” I mutter against her lips.
She surges in to take the kiss I’ve been teasing her with, and I let her have it. I’d let her have anything and everything she asked for. I’d let her take this lodge and my future if she said the word. I already know I can’t deny that. The only difference is I know she’d never ask me to give up anything for her.
Even if a small part of me wishes she would.
Curling her into my arms, I drag a hand down and palm her ass. She’s warm and delicious on top of me, and I feel myself getting hard all over again. It would be easy enough to skip the dinner and strip, but I promised René we’d eat while the food was still hot, and hell if Eden doesn’t deserve a little romance along with the wild pleasure we’ve been trading since we agreed to this little arrangement.
Still, I know we have some time. René is nothing if not an absolute perfectionist, so the meal will finish on a slow simmer.
It’s just enough time to give Eden at least one little death before we indulge our stomachs and then I drag her back here for more.
Rolling her onto her back, I prop up on one elbow, dragging the tips of my blunt nails down between her breasts. I reach the end of her shirt, and she lifts up easily, her limbs pliant as I remove the offending fabric.
She arches into me as I close my lips over one nipple, then the other, leaving them wet and peaked. Her soft, breathy moans are like a goddamn symphony that goes right to my dick as my hand moves slowly over her stomach, then dips behind the waistband of her jeans. They’re formfitting, stretching perfectly as I slide fingers into her coarse hair and part her lips.
She groans and spreads her legs, and I can tell she’s wet for me. I sink a little lower, kissing the side of her breast as I rub two fingers in a slow circle just at the edge of her opening. Her wetness coats them just enough, and I drag the digits back and begin the slow torture of her throbbing clit.
“Yes,” she gasps and arches against me.
I grin, taking her mouth in a furious kiss. When I pull away, I nudge her nose with mine. “Open your jeans, gorgeous. I need another taste.”
She flushes from her throat all the way to the apples of her cheeks, and I continue to nip at her lips as her hands fumble with the button and zipper. She gets them undone, and then I take over, pulling her jeans and panties to just below her knees, effectively trapping her legs.
She fights it for a second, but the look on her face is pure ecstasy, and she groans loudly as I use both hands to part her legs as far as the fabric will allow. Using my thumb, I spread her folds, exposing her to the air, and I can see her glistening and slick.
“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, unable to stop myself.
She sucks in a trembling breath, but before she can answer, I bury my face against her and push my tongue inside. I can feel her give in immediately, her body melting into my hands as I hold her by the hips and devour her. Her taste is thick on my tongue, and I can’t get enough.
How the hell am I supposed to give this up?
How the hell do I live without this? Without her?
Her laugh is the only thing that’s brought me joy in days. Her smile, her wit, her sarcasm. She gives me shit like anyone else—and it doesn’t matter that my brain doesn’t connect to my body sometimes. It doesn’t matter that I take longer than most people to do simple tasks.
My eyes are a little hot, but I quickly distract myself by slipping two fingers inside her, then moving my mouth to her clit just the way she likes. She’s trembling now, so close to the edge, and I don’t waste time in tipping her over. Her pussy clenches around me as I gently lave at her swollen bud with the flat of my tongue, and she comes down with short gasps and quiet moans.
When her body goes still, I wipe my face on the sheets, then crawl back up and take her mouth in a demanding kiss. She gives in to me like she enjoys the taste of herself, and I’m once again profoundly reminded that she’s nothing like any woman I have ever been with.
It was almost like she was created just for me.
A powerful wave of possession steals over me, and I clutch her hard, terrified to let go.
The worst part of that, though, is she holds me back just as tight. Almost like she’s afraid of the same damn thing.
