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Not afraid. More like terrified. Even now, he had the strong desire to close his hands around her tightly cinched waist and devour her until there was nothing left. But before he could give in to the desire, she released him and moved away. Only seconds later, the light came on over the bed.
Eden sat in the chair he had once occupied. “Go ahead then,” she said, “leave. But then you’ll never know the truth, now will you?”
He should’ve turned and walked out. But his feet seemed rooted to the floor. “You’re playing with fire, Eden.”
“But that’s my choice, isn’t it? No one is making me do this, Nash. I’m here because I want to be.” She paused. “Now take off your clothes… slowly.”
Nash stared at Eden’s shadowy outline. Was she right? Did he only have control in situations where he was in charge? What would happen if he gave up that control? What would happen if he let Eden call the shots like he’d let Melissa? Would it prove that he was no more in control than he had been that night? It was a terrifying thought, but one he had to know the answer to.
“One night,” he said as he jerked open the buttons of his shirt. “Then I never want to see you again. Do you understand?”
There was a pause. “I understand.”
The sadness in the reply wiped away some of his anger, and he slowed his movements, slipping off his running shoes before he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He made no attempt to hide his desire. Pushing down his pants and boxers, he stood with his erection flagrantly displayed, in hopes that seeing his lack of control would force her to put an end to this farce.
She didn’t. Instead, she gave him another order, her voice sounding even more breathless than before. “Lie down on the bed.”
“This is insane.”
“So you’re quitting?”
He sat down on the bed and jerked off his pants and boxers, then pulled his socks off. Once he was naked, he reclined back on the pillows. “Now what?”
The light clicked off, and a second later, he felt a hand on his foot. Just the feel of her touch skin to skin almost sent him through the roof. Her fingers were slightly chilled, but spread a line of fire in their wake as they skimmed up his shin. The mattress dipped beneath her weight as her fingers strummed over the tight muscles of his quadriceps until they jumped. Then her other hand joined in, and Nash dug his head into the pillow and gripped the duvet as he tried to hang on to his sanity.
But it was impossible when Eden’s hands seemed to be everywhere. One glided over his hip bone and along his side, while the other sizzled up his arm and over his shoulder. They met in the middle of his chest, then spread out to cup each pectoral muscle. She squeezed, and he bit back a moan. But when her nails flicked over his nipples, the moan resurfaced and came out loud and clear.
“So you like that.” She continued to tease until his nipples were tight and aching.
“Enough, Eden,” he pleaded.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “You haven’t had nearly enough yet.” She continued the torture, but Nash didn’t know hell until her hand closed around his cock. He wasn’t surprised by how quickly his body reached for climax. It had been too long since he’d been held in a woman’s fist. But before he could completely embarrass himself, she released him. Released him from one torture and moved on to the next.
She went from using her hands to using her lips.
Starting at his forehead, she kissed her way along one eyebrow, over his cheekbone, down the side of his neck. Her hot, wet mouth covered one nipple, and Nash’s hips came up off the bed. She suckled then nipped, then suckled and nipped again. When he was mindless, she stopped. With his breathing harsh and rapid, he waited. He didn’t have long to wait before her mouth surrounded his cock in moist heat that sapped the last of his will.
He released his death hold on the duvet and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer as he lifted his hips from the bed and searched for release. Unfortunately, she wasn’t through testing his control. She stopped her deep strokes and moved away. He heard a drawer open, and a few rapid heartbeats later, her hand closed around his cock and she rolled a condom on.
“Don’t do it, Eden,” he said.
“But I have to, Nash. How else am I going to save you?”
“You can’t save me.”
There was a pause before she straddled him, her sexy boots on either side of his hips. She didn’t sit down, but rather knelt over him as she took his cock in hand. “But I have to try, Nash.” With only a slight adjustment, she sat down and imbedded him deep inside her.
After all the years, Nash had forgotten the indescribable pleasure of being surrounded by a woman. The heat. The wetness. The tightness that pulled and tugged a man inside out.
“Let go, Nash,” she said. And when she started to flex her hips up and down, he had no choice in the matter.
With a growl, he rolled her over and took what he wanted. He wasn’t gentle. He couldn’t be. The desire he had caged, when unleashed, cared nothing about gentle. It only cared about satisfying the hunger. Not a hunger for just any woman. But a hunger for this woman. A hunger for Eden.
Pinning her hands to the mattress, he thrust into her hard and deep. She met his thrust, her muscles tightening around him and pulling him down into a spiral of sensations. He thrust again. And again. And again. Searching for the one thing he’d denied himself for too long.
Redemption.
Unfortunately, before he could find it in the hot pull of her body, she spoke one word that yanked it out of his reach.
