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“You boys with the tools are good with your hands,” she says, just as mine skirt around her hips again, running up her back. I keep it trailing all the way to her neck and cradle her head in my hand. Leaning forward, I drag my nose up her jaw and her cheek before I whisper in her ear.
“If you are a good girl, maybe I can show you exactly what my hands are capable of.” I feel her nipples pebble against my chest as we stand silent for a moment, my hand still around the back of her neck. At this point, I am not sure I am capable of taking my hands off her body.
She takes a big breath and leans back a little to look up at me. I lift my other hand and cup her face, her head relaxing in my hold. We are an inch apart. My eyes flick to her parted lips, plump and almost begging me to kiss them. The heat builds between us, and if anyone were to walk in right now, it would look extremely intimate. Yet neither of us appear too keen on leaving. Her hands relax on my shoulders, one moving down, touching my skin softly as it travels from my shoulder to my bicep. Her fingers skirt around my fresh scar as she looks at it.
“Just tell me one thing, Eddie.” This woman could ask me for the world right now and I would give it.
“Sure, Pinkie, what’s that?” I ask, my smile still wide as her big blue eyes look up at me like I am her world right now.
“Can I trust you?” she asks, looking at me like whatever we do now totally hinges on the answer I give. She appears a little unsure, and I don’t blame her. I feel like I have a fucking red flag hovering over my head and she can see it. But regardless of my identity, she can trust me. She one hundred percent can.
“There's one thing I do need to tell you,” I say. Now is the time. Like a Band-Aid, I will just rip it off and get it over with. I have thought over the past week how I will say it and what words I will use.
“Are you secretly married?” she half jokes as she pulls away a little, startling me from my preplanned thoughts a little.
“No, not married.” I laugh nervously.
“Girlfriend?” she presses, tilting her head at me.
“No, single and very much interested,” I say, reinstating my desire for her, my grip on her tightening. Her body relaxes back into me then.
“Well, then nothing else matters. I just want you and you want me. It can be that simple.” Lifting onto her tiptoes, she kisses me again.
But just like with the rest of my life, nothing is ever that simple.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - KATIE
Ineed this. I need him. I don’t usually come on to men so strong. In fact, I don’t usually come on to men at all. Maybe it is the fear of rejection or the fact that any other man I have been with has disregarded me like I am trash. Maybe it is the fact that being with me is dangerous, for both of us. But Eddie had me from the moment we met, and every moment since, and after my run-in with Steve, all I want to do is forget. I want to feel wanted, alive, give in to this lust. I want to throw myself at him and have him catch me. He is the light I need after living in darkness for so long. I feel like I'm drowning, and Eddie is the only one who can save me right now.
I need to feel. I want to live, and I haven’t been living, just merely surviving. I don’t know when it happened, but Eddie makes me come alive. He sparks something inside.
He pulls me into the elevator, and as soon as the door closes, he pushes me against the wall.
“You’re sure about this, Pinkie?” he asks, his hands gripping my waist as his nose nudges my jaw. A shiver of excitement rushes through me. I don’t think I have ever been as sure of anything else in my life. Not for a very long time.
“I’m more than sure,” I say, my lips moving upward into a smile before they connect with his.
He is an incredible kisser. He kisses me like nothing else matters. Like I am the only person in the world for him. Like I am his one focus. I know he wants this too, because he puts everything into his kiss. His hands are firm, and I like the way they fit around my waist. His tall frame totally consumes me, and I like how I feel protected.
“What are you doing to me?” he moans, his lips trailing down my neck.To him? It is more like what is he doing to me! I have never been like this.
His hands remain on me as the elevator doors open, and we stumble out on my floor. I open my apartment door, and we fall through a second later, Eddie kicking it closed behind him.
“Last chance,” he warns, and I giggle. I never giggle, but this man has me giggling like a schoolgirl. It feels good.Is this what I have been missing?
“I’m all in, pretty boy,” I say, slinking away from him teasingly. I forget all my insecurities when I am with him. Whether we are talking and just hanging out or lustful like now. I feel almost like a new woman; that is the effect Eddie has on me. And I want to feel like this all the time.
“Pretty boy?” he asks, his head tilting with a cute-ass smirk on his face.
“Mm-hmm. You are pretty to look at. Very easy on the eyes.” Leaning against the kitchen counter, I watch as he walks toward me with a smile that has my thighs clenching.
“Well, keep your eyes on me, Pinkie.” His hand reaches for the straps of my swimwear, pulling both off my shoulders. Nerves dance in my stomach, and my nipples peak as the cool air touches them. Once my arms are free, he continues dragging the swimsuit off my body, down my legs, and letting it fall to the floor. My eyes remain on his, and I watch as he looks at me. His eyes travel my body, my blood heating under his gaze. I have seen lust before. I am not immune to a man's attention, but this is different. He looks at me adoringly, like I am his most prized possession. And I want to be.
“Later, I want you to tell me all about these pretty tattoos, but right now…” He groans, his eyes flicking to meet mine. They are half-lidded, his sexy smirk returning as I watch him fall to his knees. My lips part on a gasp. On his knees, his face is right in front of me. He leans forward and kisses my hip bone, his nose trailing around my middle.
“Eddie?” I say softly, his touch so delicate, I’m trembling for more. I have never been touched like this before.
“Relax. Lean back,” he whispers, and so I lean back a little on the kitchen counter. My elbows hold me up on the cold surface as his hands run up the back of my legs. The curtains to the apartment are wide open. I see the glittering lights of the yachts in the harbor below, like magical stars sparkling quietly in the distance.
