“Climb into the backseat.”
“What!” I was really beginning to get well-acquainted with her high pitched shriek.
“Climb into the backseat,” I repeated.
“I…”
“It’s easier to eat back there.”
“Oh.”
“What did you think we were going to do? I told you, no bambini for us.” I laughed and caught the roll of her eyes as she handed me the two boxes that were on her lap and shifted her body and climbed into the backseat. My eyes latched onto her ass as she climbed over the seat and my cock twitched in appreciation.
We sat side-by-side and ate in silence and hearing the tiniest of moans she would take after every bite was not only distracting but sexy as hell and I knew I would never look at Antonio’s pizza the same way.
“Have you had a good night?” I asked, stuffing the final piece of pizza in my mouth.
“Yes.”
“Eden,” I said in a warning tone.
“Why are you being such an ass?”
“It was a simple question.”
“Just stop.”
The door pushed open and next thing I knew she was standing outside of the car in the pouring down rain. Fuck it. I threw the boxes to the floor and slid out and the moment I did the rain hit full force. I grabbed her by the shoulders and twisted her to face me.
“Talk to me,” I demanded as rain drops saturated both of us.
“I’m sorry that I am so far from perfect and that I don’t fit into your perfect expectation of who you want to spend this month with, but you know what, this is how I cope. What else was I going to say when I agreed to this month? I wish I could have said no but I couldn’t. This is my way of surviving situations like this. I don’t do this. I don’t sit in the back of cars with guys; I don’t go out for pizza with guys; I don’t do any of this because yes, I will get myself into dangerous situations. Don’t you think I know that?” she screamed into the night air.
“You should have said no to me. It would have saved you all of this,” I yelled back.
“I couldn’t.”
“You could have,” I hissed. Through the light beaming from the lamppost I made out her features. She looked back at me completely spent but so vividly beautiful. I cupped her cheek, and she closed her eyes under my touch “You should have.”
“There are a lot of things I should have done but I can’t change any of them now.”
My need to comfort her, to soothe her, to own her, overtook every reasonable thought I could find. Whether it was being here, seeing her in a whole new light, hearing her fight me—I didn’t know but the thought of dominating those perfectly pout lips took control. I took a step toward her and she backed up until her back was pressed firmly against the side panel of my car. Her eyes shot open.
“Eden, I am going to kiss you and when I say kiss you, I mean I’m going to completely and utterly kiss the fuck out of those perfect lips. I am going to touch you and show you that you can have pleasure from a man without fear. I want you to feel exactly what you do to me with just a simple look, a simple word. This right here is you. I am going to kiss you until I take your breath, until you can feel your heart thundering so hard in your chest that you fear it will stop beating.”
She didn’t speak, but simply nodded.
My hand grasped her waist, forcefully pulling her toward me, breaking any distance between us. Her gasp fueled the fire burning within me, and my mouth fell to hers. My need to kiss her had turned into sheer lust. My eager tongue traced the length of her bottom lip and a primal growl rose from deep within my chest as she opened for me, offering me the playground of her mouth. Our tongues collided feverishly, dancing through a sea of lust, need, want, and confusion. The sensation of kissing this girl while the rain battered down on us was out of this world.
Her arms wrapped around my neck; her fingers tugged on the hair above my neck and she pressed her body closer, grinding her hips into mine. With one swift movement, my hands cupped her ass and I lifted her from her feet and moved our bodies to the hood of my car. I broke our kiss and through heated eyes I took in the sight before me. Her lips were swollen and her eyes hooded with desire while the white sweater stuck to every perfect curve of her body. She parted her legs and I took the invitation. My hands fell to her hips, pulling her forward until there was no end to our bodies. My cock thickened and ached for relief.
“Can you feel that? That’s all you.” I ground my cock into her jean covered pussy and her moan vibrated against my lips. Our chests formed as one, so close that I could feel the thundering of her heart against mine. “Can you feel your heart racing? That’s all me.”
She pulled her lips away mine and took a deep ragged breath. My lips fell to her jaw, kissing and nibbling my way to her neck. Eden dropped her face to my shoulder and we remained there, our breathing combining together, struggling together, and rejuvenating together. I leaned in and placed the softest of kisses on her lips and leaned my forehead against hers. The rain was easing, but we were completely soaked.
“I will never forget that for as long as I am breathing and I hope to God I take that memory to my next life,” I whispered into the darkness.
I had never spoken truer words.
It felt so strange being in Ky’s apartment when he wasn’t around. I had been here for four days, and going about my days as calmly as I could. Every waking hour seemed to be spent attached to my laptop as I searched for the perfect locations for the upcoming shoots. Beats and Bangs had hired me for six weeks so they were definitely getting their money out of me as they just booked me for another editorial.
Ky had left this morning for an overnight business meeting in Los Angeles confirming that he would be back some time tomorrow. Before he left he made me promise that I would make myself at home, that I would eat his food, watch his television, and enjoy the comforts of his home. He had hesitated at the door as if he wanted to say something else, but he didn’t.
Walking through the empty apartment, I headed to the kitchen to make my morning coffee. Once my coffee was ready, I moved into the vast living room and finally had the chance to really look around. Photos graced the walls, showing a family of four, and it was clear exactly who Ky got his striking looks from. The man who I assumed was his father stood so proud, surrounded by his family with the exact same smirk that I had witnessed on Ky. This place really was gorgeous. I loved the floor to ceiling windows that were in both Ky’s bedroom and the living area, and the stainless steel and black kitchen was a chef’s dream; the guest room was like staying in the fanciest hotel.
A loud knock on the door startled me. It was barely ten a.m. I left my mug on the glass coffee table and walked toward the door and who I saw through the peephole shook me to the core.
Douglas Smith.
I felt my body tense as recognition hit me. I hadn’t seen this man for over four years. I didn’t even want to know why he was here. With better judgment I slowly opened the door and the moment I came face to face with the man who had put Jeremy Davis behind bars I stiffened. On instinct, my chest tightened and tears spilled out like waterfalls over my cheeks. His arms wrapped around me tightly, and he pulled me against his chest as I sobbed, destroying his shirt in the process.
“Can I come in?” his gruff voice asked.
I reluctantly released my body from his and stepped back into the apartment, closely followed by Douglas. He stood in the middle of the living room taking in the space before turning back to look at me. I stood in silence, confused and concerned as to why he had suddenly appeared.