She whimpers and looks into my eyes. There are fresh, unshed tears, but they never fall. Her lips are swollen, and I long to taste them again. I move my head, signaling for her to come closer. I could easily take her into another savage kiss, but I want this move to be hers, and I don’t have long to wait. Her lips meet mine, and instead of the rough kiss I long to give her, I’m gentle. I kiss her slowly and tenderly. I kiss her like she deserves.
She rolls off my body, but our mouths never break contact. My hand covers her small breast, and I sigh in contentment. I’ve lived for thirty-two years, and this is the first time I’ve ever felt contentment in my life. I don’t think about what lies ahead. I only think about now.
We roll over, and I get on top, but I’m careful not to crush her under my weight. I leave her mouth and kiss the side of her neck. She moans and calls my name. She bites her bottom lip, takes her hand, and rubs her pussy. I watch as she sticks two fingers inside of her wet flesh. She takes them out and puts them to my mouth. I lick the tips before I practically swallow them. I don’t release her fingers. Not when I align myself at her entrance and slide into her.
Chapter 25
Eden
He’s fast asleep but doesn’t make a sound. He’s spooning me and has a heavy arm thrown over me. Thankfully, one of his legs isn’t covering me, or I would never be able to get away from him. After a deep breath, I manage to raise his arm high enough for me to slide out of bed. It’s a high bed, and I almost fall on my ass, but find my footing and my skirt. I know my underwear is torn, so I don’t bother to dig through his pockets to find it. I tiptoe out of the room, retrace my steps downstairs, and find my shirt.
Once I’m dressed, I slide my ballet flats back on and pick up my purse. I’ll never admit it, but I don’t regret coming here and fucking him. It was the best sex I’ve ever had, and the most irresponsible thing I’ve ever knowingly done. I’m a healthcare professional, and I fucked a mobster with no barrier of protection. But at least I have an IUD.
I get to the door and turn the knob. Nothing happens. I pull and push, and the door is immobile. I walk to the back andinto the immaculate kitchen. He has oak cabinets and marble countertops. There’s a fancy coffee machine on the counter, but other than that, the place is spotless. There’s not so much as a fork in the sink. I open the dishwasher and it’s empty. All the mugs and glasses are in perfect order, but I’m not here to search for that.
I get to the sliding glass door to get to my escape, but all my hopes are dashed. I can’t get the doors to open, and I look at the windows, only to see that he has bars on them.
“Fuck,” I whisper. Then I remember that even if I get out, the gates are also locked. I notice another door, and I exclaim in excitement when it opens, but it’s to the garage. There are two SUVs, a pickup truck, and that big ass motorcycle. I hit the button and hold my breath while I wait for the garage door to go up, but nothing happens.
“No one gets out of here unless I allow it,” a booming voice says. Resigned, I turn only to nearly collide with his bare chest. “Come.” He takes my hand and pulls me back inside. “Sit down. I know you must be hungry.”
Unsure of what to do and needing time to form another escape plan, I sit at the kitchen island.
The key to my exit is in his phone, and I need to figure out how to access it. I won’t tell myself how impossible that task is. This man’s phone won’t be unlocked. I’m stuck, and for the moment, I don’t know what to do. What if he kidnaps me and never lets me out? I take comfort in knowing that Cori and Selene will be back in two more days and will know he’s the one who has me.
In the meantime, I admire his broad, muscular back as he opens his fridge. There are so many tattoos. I’ll need to get closer to see exactly what they are. Before today, I never found tattoos sexy, especially not when they cover one’s entire back, but they look good on him.
There’s a loud pop that shocks me, and moments later, he’s putting a mimosa in front of me. “This seems like some silly drink you’d like.”
I sip it because I need some liquid courage to formulate a plan to get out of here. I notice he doesn’t drink any himself.
Then, he cooks for me. I got a quick peek at the inside of his fridge, and it’s immaculate. He must have had everything prepared, because I hear a sizzle moments later.
My stomach growls when I smell the food. After about twenty minutes, he puts a plate of delicious-smelling steak tips in front of me. He sits next to me, and we eat in silence. He refills my glass and offers me a bottle of water as well.
A loud ringing disrupts my thoughts, and I grab my purse and take my phone out. It’s my dad, and my heart drops. I put my finger to my lips and say, “Shh.”
He doesn’t react.
“Hi, Daddy,” I say with false enthusiasm. Both of my parents know me well, and I hope they don’t get suspicious.
“Hey, Dandy. Just want to let you know that we made it to Atlantic City. We’ll see you Monday.”
“Okay,” I say while I exhale in relief. “Let me say hi to Mom.”
He hands the phone to my mother, and we chat for a few minutes until she tells me she has to go. I end the call, relieved that they’ve bought my act.
“Stay with me until Monday,” he says after a few silent minutes.
I shake my head at him, but I don’t answer.
“Why not?”
“Do I have a choice? You’ve locked me in.”
“You came to me.” His lips curl up slightly, and that’s the closest he’s ever come to a smile. He doesn’t say anything else, but he takes our plates, washes and dries them. When he gets the kitchen back in order, he stands and towers over me. Despitebeing clothed, I feel more exposed now than I did when we were in bed.
Really? Like when he had his head between your legs?
