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“Well, permission to kiss thy lady, then?” he murmurs seductively as he lowers his mouth even more, his nose skirting across my cheek, almost toying with me, waiting for me to say yes.
“Permission granted,” I say on a breath, and he wastes no time leaning in and taking my lips for the second time tonight. He is soft at first, almost playful, exploring, and I can feel us both smiling against each other, enjoying this moment. His hand moves from my back, running around my waist, his fingers touching my bare flesh at the top of my jeans, goosebumps covering my skin. His hand is warm as it circles my waist again, this time under my top. The skin-on-skin contact makes my body feel like liquid as I lean into him. Lost in his embrace, in his kiss, feeling warm, safe, comforted. I am not without nerves.Am I doing the right thing?I have no idea. But it feels right. He feels right.
Our tongues dance as we taste each other, wanting yet not rushed. It is sensual as we feel our way. I sink my fingers into the back of his head, tangling them in the curls he has there, and he moans in my mouth. His hand travels up my back, his palm flattened against my body like he wants to feel as much of me as possible before cradling my head in his hand. Keeping me close, wanting me just as much as I want him. He pulls back slightly, a whimper leaving my mouth, missing his touch already.
“I’ve never met anyone quite like you before, Pinkie. Fuck, I could kiss you all night and still not get enough.” His voice is slightly hoarse as his eyes search mine, moving his head to brush my nose with his. He hasn’t let me go, our bodies are still smashed together, my breasts pushing against his chest, my feet still on tiptoes to reach him.
“The feeling is mutual. I have never met anyone like you either…” The words float from my mouth to him, and I see the minute they hit. His eyes widen slightly, his hand clenching around my waist.
“You make me feel alive,” he whispers, his warm breath coating my jaw, before he peppers small kisses on my skin. “I touch you, and I feel sparks. Just talking to you energizes me. I really, really need to keep my hands to myself; otherwise… I am not sure how I can handle being in your orbit and not wanting to be with you more and more.” His admission coats me in warmth as he releases me, albeit hesitantly. I feel cold without his hands on me. It is on the tip of my tongue to call him back to me. I want to be in his orbit. I want to feel his touch. But the words don’t leave my lips, and I watch him swallow and step toward the sink as he clears his throat. As if his words made him feel a little vulnerable too.
CHAPTER TWELVE - EDDIE
Iscrub the pot like my life depends on it, because if I don’t, I am going to push her against the kitchen counter, strip her naked, and fuck her each way till Tuesday. I wasn’t lying when I said she lights up the room. The moment she smiles, she is bright, and then she laughs, and it is like she powers all of the city with the amount of light that comes from her. She is like pure happiness in a bottle. I am not sure what I like better, her independent borderline stubbornness that comes with a side of sass. Or this soft, gentle, feminine energy she gives me when we are alone.
I leave the poor dish to the side and start on the other one as she turns on the dishwasher that is now full.
“Here, let me decrown you,” she says from the side, her smile wide, mine instantly now as well. One look is all it takes to have me spiraling down the rabbit hole that is Katie Taylor.
“I am still your king, though, right?” I say in jest, trying to get myself centered. With any other woman, I would be pushing toward the bedroom, stripping our clothes off us as we go. But a quick fuck, Katie is not. All we have done is kiss, yet I already know that when we make it to the bedroom, I won’t be leaving. How could any man leave a woman such as her? It would be a crime.
“The only one,” she says, and I look at her. I really look at her, taking in her eyes, her smile. Her words hit me in the chest. She means them. I can tell by her tone. I squat a little so she can reach the top of my head, and she removes the suds and wipes my hair. We then work in comfortable silence as I finish the dishes and she packs away everything else.
“I can finish off the dishes. You can relax,” she says, coming to take over, but I don’t release them. Besides, there’s only a few left.
“I’m happy to help. And you made dinner, so it’s the least I can do.” I watch her lips thin. She doesn’t like receiving help much. Just like that first morning of her new job when I got her a coffee, she is unsure about it. Not timid. No, Katie is not timid, but more so unsure about letting others in.
“Thank you for the help,” she says as we both now stand in the clean kitchen and I set the last dish aside. The place where I first met her. “Let’s take a seat. I want to check your shoulder,” she says before turning and walking to the sofa. I follow her willingly, not wanting to leave, needing more time with her.
“How does it feel after your swim?” she asks, already in nurse mode, again taking care of another. My heart thuds as I unbutton my shirt to give her access. I only need to unbutton two or three buttons, and she sits up next to me and pulls one side over to get a clear view of my almost healed gash.
“It’s fine. It pulled a little, and I know you said not to get it wet. I think I wrapped it pretty well, so it stayed mostly dry,” I murmur, her face now close to mine again, her eyes firmly on my chest. I can smell her beautiful floral scent, and my hand moves on its own as I lift it from the sofa and cup it around her hip.
“Is it itchy or throbbing?” she asks, and I almost moan because my chest isn’t throbbing, but my dick certainly now is.
“No. It feels good. I must have had an excellent nurse to stitch me back together.” My head falls back on the sofa so I can look at her easily. Her fingers softly trace the area, sending sparks across my skin, and I fight to hold in the growl that wants to rumble from my chest.
“I hear she is one of the best,” she jokes, giving me a sweet smile.
“Her hands on my body are like magic,” I say, and her eyes flick to mine. She pauses, just looking at me. Like she is unsure of what the next move should be, so I help her make the decision.
“Come here.” My hands grab her hips, and I pull her body toward mine. She half sits, half leans on my lap, and I smash my lips onto hers, moaning in her mouth. Even though it has only been a short while since I last kissed her, it feels like a lifetime. Her hands flatten against my chest, and she runs them across my body, feeling me, finding her way over my hard ridges before she skirts them up my shoulders, scooping my neck, and then delving into my hair.
“Your hair is so soft,” she says in between kisses, my fingers flexing on her hips, pulling her closer. I want to pick her up and have her straddle me. I want to feel her hot core on mine. I want to strip her of her clothes, lay her perfect naked body down right here on the sofa and taste every inch of her.
Her hand lowers again, down my chest, over my pecs and my abs before resting on my belt. This woman is killing me.
“Eddie…” she murmurs, my name on her lips almost a moan, and my heart hammers as I take her lips again, with more purpose.
She opens a little more, my tongue slipping to meet hers with rigor, and it is electric. I run my hands up her back, spreading my palms, wanting to hold her and keep her close and touch as much of her as possible. Our kiss turns more serious, our tongues tangling. This is the best damn kiss of my entire fucking life.
Fuck, I need to get out of here before I lose control. I want to take my time with her. I don’t want to rush things, but I am so close to coming in my pants just by kissing and touching her, I am not sure how I can rein myself in for much longer. Like the universe is listening to me, my phone rings in my pocket.
“Shit,” I say, startled. We pull apart a little, my forehead touching hers as we pant.
“It’s okay, get it,” she says, moving off me, and I suck in a breath as I grab my cell, not yet sure if I want to throw it against the wall for the interruption or bow down in thanks for ensuring I slow down. I look at the number and see that it is my man in Singapore. No doubt he has some questions on the new property, and I know this is something that can’t wait. The thought of my real life comes into my mind, and I clench my jaw. I feel guilty wanting more with Pinkie when she doesn’t even know the real me.
“Everything okay?” she asks, her eyes looking hesitant, and I feel like more of an asshole for putting that look on her face.
