I stretch out on the bed, hands behind my head, watching Eden step out of the en-suite. She does a slow twirl, hair spilling over her shoulders.
I sit up immediately. “Really?”
She plants a hand on her hip. “What? I like this one.”
“No way are you showing off that much skin, Queenie. I can practically see the tops of your nipples.”
She glances down at the plunging neckline and laughs. “Okay, maybe they’re trying to escape.”
She disappears back into the bathroom, and a minute later she skips out again, this time in a fitted red dress that hugs every curve without actually spilling her out of it. Her legs look incredible. Her smile says she knows it.
I nod once.
She claps her hands, triumphant.
“You did the thing, didn’t you?” I narrow my eyes.
She bats hers innocently. “What thing?”
“You conned me.” She once admitted she shows me theworstoutfit first, so the second one looks tame in comparison.
I grab her hand and tug her onto the bed. She squeals as I flip her onto her back, caging her beneath me.
“I can’t believe I fell for it,” I growl, half-annoyed, half-amused.
She laughs, wriggling, trying to escape, which only makes me more suspicious about what she’s wearing underneath. When she slaps a hand protectively over her skirt, my brows lift.
“Oh, now I definitely need to see.”
“Kade—” she warns, but she’s laughing, breathless, caught in that place between exasperation and desire.
I catch her wrists gently and lift them above her head, leaning down until our noses nearly brush. “What are you hiding?”
Her cheeks flush. Her pulse flutters. She’s trying not to smile. And then I see just enough red lace to confirm she absolutely planned this.
I let out a low, dangerous sound. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Kade,” she whispers, breath hitching, “I have to get ready…”
“I know.” I kiss her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. “And I’ll let you. In a minute.”
She huffs out a helpless laugh. “You’ll mess up my hair.”
I grin against her skin. “I won’t touch your hair.”
The promise hangs between us.
And for a moment, getting ready is the last thing either of us is thinking about as the rest of the world fades, leaving just her beneath me, soft and warm and laughing into my kiss.
CHAPTER FOUR
EDEN
“I don’t think it’s normal,” I complain, even though I’m grinning like an idiot.
Fern sighs dramatically, flopping back in her seat. “It sounds like heaven to me.”
“You’re telling me,” Maddie chimes in. “If the Pres wanted me that much, I’d never complain.”
