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A shaft of heat ricocheted through his cock, and he realized that this was what he’d come for. Not to bring her the money, but to touch her again. To feel her heat. To enjoy the burst of passion when she finally reached climax. And as much as he wanted to have enough control to walk away, he didn’t. But he did have enough to set boundaries.
Backing her up against the refrigerator, he leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Do you remember the rules?”
Her breath fell hot against his neck as she spoke. “No talking and do everything you say.”
“Good.” He allowed his lips to brush the curve of her ear. “Now take off your clothes.”
Keeping his hands pressed flat against the door of the refrigerator, he moved back a few inches. Their eyes met, and she held his gaze as she reached for the hem of her T-shirt. She pulled it over her head, her elbows brushing the insides of his arms. Desire hit him hard in the gut as he lowered his gaze to her naked breasts. They were paler than the rest of her body. Two perfect scoops of flesh topped with small, tight nipples the color of sweet cherry wine. The desire turned to a deep ache, but he ignored it.
“Now the sweats.”
Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she wiggled them down her hips and then released them to pool at her feet. His gaze traveled to the triangle of white cotton that covered nirvana. He took an uneven breath through his nose before he spoke.
“Leave the panties and place your hands on the refrigerator.”
She pressed her palms against the refrigerator just below her hips and looked at him with desire-drugged eyes. He wanted to kiss her. But after what had happened when she’d followed him home, he knew that her lips were the one area he needed to avoid at all costs. Instead, he kissed her forehead, her cheekbones, her chin, and each bruise that marred her long neck. He kissed the small indention at the base of her throat, the hard line of her collarbone, the freckle on her shoulder. Then he moved to her breasts, using his lips to caress the soft swells around each nipple before taking one into his mouth.
He gently sucked, then rolled it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth until Eden moaned. Then he kissed his way over to the other one and gave it equal attention before bending his knees and moving lower. He kept his hands on the refrigerator, sliding them down as he kissed his way over her rib cage to her navel and finally to the edge of her panties. Kneeling in front of her, he gripped the elastic in his teeth and tugged the piece of cotton down her hips. On the way, his mouth brushed against soft hair and moist heat that had his breath halting and Eden’s releasing in a gasp.
He looked up to find her watching him from beneath hooded eyelids. Her bottom lip was wet and puffy as if she’d been biting it, and her breasts rose and fell with every uneven breath she took. The sight of her all lust-drugged almost had him losing control, and he had to close his eyes for a second and focus before he could finish removing her panties with his teeth. Once they slid down her legs, he spoke in a voice thick with desire.
“Your legs… spread them.”
Her legs trembled as she stepped out of her sweats and panties, displaying a peek of tempting pink beneath the small patch of dark hair. For a few heart-pounding seconds, he just enjoyed the view. Then he dipped his head and took a sip. She tasted like he knew she would—slightly sweet and earthy. And when a sip wasn’t enough, he kissed her deep, using his tongue to explore her heat. With a moan, she broke the rules and furrowed her fingers through his hair.
Until then, the hard-on in his pants had been bearable. Now, it became an ache that he couldn’t ignore. Knowing that he was seconds away from getting to his feet and burying himself deep inside her, he flicked his tongue across her clitoris and quickly took her over the edge.
“Nash!” She screamed out his name as she came, her hands clenching his head as she thrust her hips forward. His hands fisted against the refrigerator as he fought for control. Thankfully, about the time he was ready to lose it, she released him and slid down the refrigerator to sit on the floor in front of him.
Knowing that being so close to those lush lips was dangerous, Nash got to his feet and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her to the bed and covered her sinfully beautiful body with the quilt.
She looked up at him, her eyes sated but sad. “So you’re leaving.” When he nodded, her voice became pleading. “But you’ll be back?”
Yes, Nash would be back. Not only to feed Eden’s addiction, but also to feed his own.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Eden didn’t go to work the next day. Instead, she stayed in bed for most of the morning and smiled up at the huge crack in her ceiling. She should’ve run four miles and then gone into work, but training for the marathon and doing research for her newspaper article took a backseat to the giddy, exuberant bubble that surrounded Eden. For the first time since she could remember, she felt content to do absolutely nothing except enjoy the moment.
And think about Nash.
Another piece of the puzzle had fallen into place. Eden now knew why he hired women and then refused to touch them. It was some type of weird therapy that only a guy could come up with. And Eden thought it was totally ridiculous.
Nash wasn’t going to hurt a woman if he lost control. She had known him for only a few weeks, and she knew that wasn’t in his nature. Not when he had almost come unglued when he saw the bruises on her neck. Now all she had to do was convince him of that.
She sat up and reached for her laptop, intending to research sex addiction. But when she tapped the mouse and the article she’d been writing about Nash popped up on the screen, she realized how easily a good orgasm could get you off track. She had no business convincing Nash of anything. He was her story. A story she needed to write if she wanted to achieve her goal of becoming a newspaper reporter.
The exuberant bubble popped, leaving Eden feeling depressed as she forced herself to spend the rest of the morning working on the article. Consequently, it was crap. Instead of sounding like an investigative news article, the story sounded like a letter of the month fromPenthouse Forummagazine. Eden couldn’t make what happened in the hotel suite sound newsworthy and not like an erotic fantasy. She had just started to delete the entire story when someone knocked on the door. She jumped out of bed and hurriedly got dressed in her skinny jeans and one of her nicer shirts. But when she pulled open the door, a hot billionaire wasn’t standing on the other side. It was a crew of men with tool belts.
“Eden Huckabee?” The guy with the beer belly glanced at his clipboard.
Worried that these guys were sent by Zac to threaten her—or worse, Eden closed the door and quickly put on the security chain before cracking it open again. “Who wants to know?”
“I’m Hank from Brisbane Handyman Service.” He pointed to the printed name on the pocket of his T-shirt. “And we’re here to fix a few things in your apartment.”
Eden was more than a little surprised. For the last three months, she’d persistently called her landlord and left messages about things that needed to be fixed in her apartment. Obviously, her persistence had paid off.
“Just a minute.” She closed the door and took off the chain before opening it again. “Did you want me to show you what needs to be fixed or do you have the list I gave Mr. Pruitt?”
