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Mental exhaustion was a bitch of a thing. When I left Douglas’s office I drove around for a good hour, going over our conversation and trying to rationalize the information he provided. The temptation to visit Jeremy was bearing down on me. Every scenario crossed my mind—paying him off, threatening him, hurting him—but what would that really gain besides ratting out Douglas for divulging confidential information.
Jeremy’s penance would come.
Once my emotions were somewhat in check I headed back to the apartment. The moment I walked through the front door the soft hum of music floated from the kitchen. Silently I put my keys and wallet on the foyer table and moved through the apartment like a lion on the prowl.
Eden swayed her hips along to the music; her body covered in panties, a loose fitting tank top that barely skimmed the middle of her thighs, and fucking knee high socks. She was completely oblivious that I had returned. She was a walking wet dream. I felt the rumble of a growl coming to life in the depths of my throat. My control had escaped and all I could see and focus on was the raw primal need to devour, to own, and to worship her.
"Get your ass up on the kitchen island Eden."
My demanding tone startled her. Her body twisted and her eyes darted to the four corners of the apartment desperately trying to seek me out. When her shocked expression met my heated gaze across the room, innocence dancing with intrigue dripped off her, which only fueled the raging fire within me. Her tiny hands tugged on the edge of the tee, desperately trying to hide those perfectly toned and curved thighs. Like hell.
"Eden, one last time, get up on the kitchen island."
My words hit her full force and with hips swaying, she effortlessly walked toward the counter. Dusk was imminent and the fading light pierced through the room allowing her silhouette to accentuate her curves into a perfect hourglass.
Eden pulled herself up onto the edge and faced me, legs swinging slightly, lips parted, face void of emotion. A billion scenarios filled my mind as countless words lingered on the tip of my tongue begging to be spoken.
I shrugged off my jacket as my mind swam through dangerous territory. Sitting on my kitchen counter awaiting my next move was the girl who controlled my every thought.
She couldn't say no.
She would say yes.
But I didn’t want that.
When I reached Eden, my hands fell to the bare flesh just above her knees. Her nerves were visible, and I lost all sense of reality. My hands slowly slid up her thighs, pushing the flimsy material up until I saw the first glimmer of the baby blue satin of her panties.
“Do you trust me?” I asked between rushed breaths.
“Yes.”
“Now isn’t the time to say what you think I want to hear. I want the truth.”
“I do trust you.”
Her eyes spoke louder than the words she said. They flamed back at me as my hands continued their journey. I was beyond pretending anymore. I couldn’t fight the urge to taste her, to give her everything she didn’t think a man could give her.
The hem of the tee bunched at her hips and the satin of her panties teased me. My body pushed between her legs, and she parted them without thought. My body slid between her legs like a perfectly fit glove. All I needed was to be as close as fucking possible to her. The innocence that I had witnessed only moments earlier was now replaced by something I couldn’t explain. Was it want? Need? Expectation?
My finger ran the length of her satin covered pussy. I would tease until she told me to stop. She whimpered under my touch, and her head dropped to my shoulder as I increased my pace. Her wetness grew and soon the lightness of the satin had turned into a deep blue. The sweetness of her arousal filled the air in pure fucking delight. I pushed her panties to the side and the moment my finger slid through her folds, her breathy moans filled the air and her head flew up until she gazed at me in wonderment. Fuck I wanted her. I wanted to be deep inside of her and hear her beg. But I knew I couldn’t. I had promised.
“I want you to be mine,” I whispered, my lips hovering over hers as I spoke. I pushed a finger into her and gentle started pumping inside her.
“I thought I already was.”
“I mean mine in every sense of the word. Tonight I’m going to make you come so hard that you forget every single bad experience you’ve had. Are you ready for that?
“Yes.”
I added another finger and continued pumping into her. She whimpered into my shoulder, and I fucking loved hearing her breathing increase. “You are going to forget your name the moment you come Eden.”
“Fuck!” she hissed against my shoulder. Her hips rose at the sound of my words, pushing harder against my hand, encouraging my fingers deeper.
Suddenly she froze, her hips dropped to the counter and her hand fell onto mine ceasing all movement. I looked at her, taking in her reaction. Her cheeks flushed with the heat circulating her body, but it was the questioning in her eyes that got my attention.
“Make me forget Ky. Make me forget that he is out. Make me forget the text messages. Make me forget it all. I just want it to be you and me.”
“It will always be just you and me,” I murmured as my lips fell to hers. She was as delicate as a piece of thousand-year-old silk, and I planned on handling her with patient hands. All I wanted was for her to see that she was the world in my eyes and that the world needed care, love, and protection. The darkened corners of her world needed new light.
My arm threaded around her waist, and I gently lowered her down until she lay before me on the counter. My lips fell away from hers, and I took a moment to relish in the specimen of absolute perfection staring back at me. Eden’s perfect blues, hooded with desire and not an ounce of hesitation, stared back at me and the smallest tinge of pink began spreading across her cheeks.
“So perfect,” I hummed as my ability to speak faltered quickly.
My hands disappeared under her t-shirt and ran over the smooth skin of her hips and up her sides. Her breath hitched as I removed the cotton from her heated body. My gaze roamed over her, taking in her heaving chest and the flesh of her breasts.
I licked my lips in anticipation and need to taste and my mouth dropped to her breast. My tongue teased her nipple, swirling the delectable peak and her fingers raked through my hair, twisting and tugging as pleasure ignited within her. My fingers trailed over her belly, sweeping along her hips until they found the satin of her panties and her swollen and needy pussy. Two fingers thrust in, and I continued what I had started.
I removed my mouth from her nipple and kissed along her jaw until I reached her ear.
“Do you want to come on my fingers or my tongue? Your choice baby.”
“You… oh fuck… fingers. Please.”
My fingers pumped deep inside her and the harder I went the more her moans and pants filled the air. She was fucking beautiful to watch. The innocence that radiated off her was nowhere to be seen; lying before me on my kitchen counter was a vixen, pushing her hips closer begging me to go deeper. Her lips were parted as she desperately tried to grab any air she could; her cheeks were flamed pink and her eyes looked back at me in a complete haze of need and pleasure.
“Come for me baby.”
I felt her walls clench around my fingers before she exploded with a moan of my name. It was the best fucking sound in the world. Her breathing pounded against my shoulder as I pulled her body back to mine and her arms wrapped tightly around mine.
“Let’s get to bed,” I whispered. She nodded without finding any words.
I wrapped my free arm around her waist and lifted her from the counter in one swift movement. Her legs locked around my hips as I carried her through the apartment and my fingers remained deep within her; with every step I took she whimpered at the sensation.
Softly I laid her on my bed and the smile on her face made my heart sing. Regretfully, I pulled my fingers from her and the frown that covered her face at the loss nearly made me explode in my pants. Our heated eyes watched each other intently and I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her and get lost for days. Her eyes shot wide as I lifted my fingers to my mouth and licked and sucked the taste of her clean off. I crawled over her like a stalking lion and hovered before my lips landed on her needy mouth. Our tongues collided and she moaned against my mouth as she lavishly tasted herself.