It made her feel powerful.
It made her pussy clench.
Eden unfroze and slowly finished licking her fingers, taunting him the entire time with her eyes.Ask me how uptight I am now....
Colton sucked in a sharp breath. "Hate sex," he growled. "You. Me. And one night in which to get all this out of our systems."
"Hate sex?"
"Let's not pretend you're ever going to forgive me. But every time you look at me, your eyes are saying one thing, and your mouth another. You don't like me, but there's a part of you that wants to be under me."
"Who said I'd beunderyou?" she shot back, leaning close enough to breathe in his exhale.
Colton's lips curved in a slow smile. "I said. Because I can guarantee if you give me a single hint the answer is yes, you won't be the one doing the fucking."
Holy. Shit. Her heart was racing almost too fast to hear anything else. In this context, that word was exactly the right one to use.
"That itch you can’t scratch," he whispered. "I know you feel it."
Eden smiled sweetly at him and waggled her fingers. "That’s why I have these. Let’s just say… I can scratch my own itch."
Heat gilded the dark depths of his irises. His nostrils flared. "Tell me… is it as good as the real thing? Because my hand does the job too, sweetheart, but there’s something to be said for the feel of someone else’s hands skating over your skin, and their teeth sinking into your shoulder. Something to be said for soft lips between your legs, and a fist wrapped in your hair, and—"
Eden sucked in a sharp gasp. She could almost feel his touch on her skin, his words painting a picture she could feel. "I’m not that desperate."
"Or is it just the fact it’s me that makes you itch that pisses you off?" Colton’s fingertips ghosted over her chin. "Because I’m fairly fucking certain you’re wet right now."
Colton's thumb dug into the muscle on the inside of her leg. He went to one knee in front of her, his thumb sliding up, stroking her inner thigh. "Are you wet, Eden? Are you thinking about it?"
"I—"
"I can hear you," CJ suddenly called out, from where he was on watch.
Eden jumped.Jesus.What was she even thinking? Hate sex? With Johnny Colton?Bad idea. Bad.
Shame her body wasn't getting that memo.
Colton scrubbed his large hand over his mouth. "Good," he called back. "That means nothing else should sneak up on you."
The moment was broken. Eden sucked in a sharp, shuddering breath and pushed to her feet, taking the flask with her. Good God, she'd actually been thinking about it. Worse. She'd been craving it.
He's right. You're tense. That's why this makes sense.It's just an itch to scratch, just a little bit of pressure to relieve....
"Eden?" His voice came out low and hard, as if he could feel her pulling away.
"Never going to happen."
"Think about it," Colton told her, then pushed to his feet, dusting his knees off. His dark eyes looked like molten chocolate. "Or stop torturing me."
Chapter Eleven
Eden blewout a deep breath as Colton fetched a larger log and dumped it on the fire.
Damn him.
She was hot and wet and flushed again.
And that fucking itch was back.
