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She didn’t know how long they kissed. It could’ve been minutes or hours. When she finally pulled away to catch her breath, his gaze lowered to the zippers on her corset. Slowly, he unzipped one… and then the other, carefully folding back each cup until her breasts were exposed to his hooded gaze. When he finally glanced up, it was like looking into twin pools of indigo flames.
“Do you know how hard it was not to touch?” His hand lifted and gently cupped one breast, and his eyes slid closed. “Not to hold this… beautiful sweetness?” His thumb brushed her nipple, and heat spiraled through her. “I wanted you so damned bad. I still want you so damned bad.”
Her breath rushed out on a sigh. “Then take me.”
He opened his eyes. “I don’t think I can hold back, Eden. And if I hurt you…”
Eden knew that a simple “you won’t hurt me” wouldn’t work as well as action. Getting to her knees, she shoved him back on the bed and then straddled him. “Who says that I won’t hurt you? But let me know if you want me to stop.” She lowered her head and took his nipple into her mouth and bit down.
A low growl came from his throat before she was rolled onto her back. “Never.” He kissed her deeply. “I’ll never tell you to stop, Eden. And forgive me”—he brushed a kiss over her nipple—“but if I don’t get inside you…” After only a slight adjustment, he thrust deep.
The sudden stretch took her breath away. He paused and looked at her as if waiting for her to stop him. Holding his gaze, she wrapped her boots around him and flexed her hips, taking him even deeper. He closed his eyes and thrust again.
He wasn’t gentle. When he couldn’t get deep enough with her lying flat on the mattress, he knelt between her legs and stuffed a pillow beneath her hips. Then he continued his hard, steady thrusts that made the headboard creak and the ache inside of Eden grow. Just when she didn’t think she could take another second more, he flicked his thumb over her clitoris and sent her flying. As her orgasm hit, she felt her muscles tighten around him. He groaned and pumped harder, carrying her higher as he climaxed. After the last thrust and tingle, he wilted against her.
“Holy cow,” she said.
He laughed, his breath brushing her ear. “I agree one hundred percent.” He rolled off her and flung an arm over his eyes. “I think I strained a muscle.”
“What muscle?”
“Not that muscle. That muscle is more than ready to go again.”
“You’re kidding.” She rolled to her side and looked. Sure enough, his penis was erect.
“It has a lot of catching up to do.” She glanced up to see him smiling, but it faded quickly. “Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for making me feel normal.”
“You are normal.”
He shook his head. “I haven’t been normal since the trial.” He stared up at the ceiling. “Even though the jury found me not guilty, the stigma of rape was still there. I couldn’t be alone with a woman or touch her without seeing doubt and fear in her eyes.” He swallowed hard. “So I stopped asking women out. Partly because I couldn’t stand to see their fear, and partly because I was punishing myself for losing control with Melissa.” He looked at her. “Then you showed up. This sassy escort who talks with her hands, runs like a duck, and refuses to quit—even when she found out the truth.”
“I run like a duck?”
“Yes, but a cute duck.” His eyes grew intent. “Why, Eden? Why did you refuse to give up on me?”
It was a good question. At one time, it had been to achieve her goal and get the story. But since learning about Melissa, she realized that was no longer true. She couldn’t write a story about Nash. She couldn’t hurt him any more than he already hurt. And she didn’t care if Stella hired her back. In fact, she didn’t care if she ever became a reporter. At the moment, all she cared about was Nash. The realization should’ve scared her. Being a journalist had been her dream ever since she could remember. But it didn’t. She just felt content. Content to be right where she was.
She rested a hand on his jaw and felt his prickly, dark stubble against her palm. “I’ve always been good at seeing potential. And you, Nash Beaumont, have a lot of potential.” She intended to make him smile, but instead he continued to look serious.
“You make me feel like I could do anything, Eden.” He rolled toward her and kissed her, his hand reaching behind to unlace the corset. When he pulled back, his eyes were heated. “But right now, there’s only one thing I want to do.”
Once he had removed her corset and boots, Nash held nothing back. He touched her like he had refused to touch her before, his hands exploring her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. And when he had her quivering with need, he slowly entered her, pulling out then thrusting deep until she moaned and begged for more. He gave her more—another orgasm that rocked her world and left her limp as a piece of seaweed. She didn’t remember falling asleep, but when she opened her eyes again, it was to the sun shining in through the open curtains of the suite. With the warm rays came a flood of memories from the night before, wonderful, amazing memories that had her sighing with contentment as she rolled to her back and stretched her hands over her head.
“Wow. I guess hookers really do enjoy sex.”
The unfamiliar voice had Eden grabbing the sheet over her naked breasts and sitting up. Jeremy the valet stood in the doorway looking as cocky as ever. “Get out, you little Peeping Tom!” she yelled.
He lifted the tray in his hands. “I’m not a Peeping Tom. The French Kiss guy paid me extra to bring you some breakfast. I guess he doesn’t want it spread around the staff that he hires hookers.” He shrugged. “But since I already know…”
Damn. Eden never should’ve trusted the smart-alecky teenager with delivering the room key to Nash. Since she thought teenage boys would care more about French Kiss’s hot lingerie models than the brothers who owned the company, she didn’t think Jeremy would recognize him. Obviously, she’d been wrong.
“So where is he?” She reached for the robe that was lying on the foot of the bed. Had Nash put it there? The thought was so sweet that it had her smiling even more. It wilted when Jeremy answered.
“I don’t have a clue.” He carried the tray in and set it on the table by the window. When his back was turned, Eden quickly slipped on the robe, then got out of bed and tied it.
“You mean he’s not in the other room?”
Jeremy turned. “No. I was just getting off work when I ran into him in the lobby. After giving me his orders, he left.”
