“Milo, for Christ’s sake, please can we stop talking and go back to kissing?”
I laughed and released her just long enough to pull off my t-shirt. Eden’s lips parted, the tip of her pink tongue sneaking out to wet them before she reached out to run her palms over my chest.
“Beautiful,” she whispered.
“I want you bare and spread out on my bed,” I replied, my voice low.
Eden shivered, her lashes sweeping down for a second. After a half step backward, she reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and let it tumble from her shoulders. I fought the urge to cup her full breasts in my hands, toy withthose plump nipples as they tightened under my eyes, instead of waiting as she shimmied out of her leggings and a pair of lacy black panties.
“Fucking hell,” I whispered.
She tossed me a grin. “I do own a store full of sexy underwear.”
“Starting to see the benefits of that,” I replied, taking a step closer to her as she backed away toward the bed.
Though I’d become well-acquainted with her body at the hotel, it wasn’t the same as seeing it in my bedroom, draped across my sheets. With her dark hair fanned out over my pillows, I felt a surge of satisfaction, followed by a rush of possessiveness that threw me, because I’d never felt that way over a partner.
Eden’s expression shifted from shy to sultry when she caught sight of my face. I moved slowly to the foot of the bed, studying every inch of her. In the light of my bedside lamp, her skin glowed almost golden, though a rosy flush stained her cheeks and chest.
“Paradise,” I murmured. “Spread your legs for me.”
Biting her lip, she did, and I swallowed a groan. Those dark curls, the wet heat I knew I’d find there, the way she responded to each quiet command—fuck, she was perfect. As I stroked my gaze over her body, her fingers clutched at the navy comforter beneath her.
“I want to taste you.”
Gasping out a laugh, she replied, “Be my guest.”
I grinned and planted one knee on the mattress, sliding my palms from her ankles to her knees, opening them wider.Though her skin was wonderfully sensitive, she wasn’t ticklish anywhere but her ribs. Even when I trailed my fingertips up the insides of her thighs, she only sighed with pleasure.
When I dropped my head and ran my tongue over her, she shifted restlessly and a quiet moan escaped her lips. I repeated the caress, determined to have her writhing and desperate before sending her over the brink.
“Milo,” she whimpered as I slid a finger inside. “Please.”
“No need to beg, doll. I’ll give you everything you need.” I swirled my tongue over her clit and added another finger, curling them in the way I knew would force her closer to the edge.
Fuck, I could listen to her all night long. Every helpless noise she made only inspired me to prolong this moment forever.
But I also couldn’t wait to be inside her again, so I sealed my lips around her clit and fluttered my tongue over it. Her hips bucked, then her thighs quivered on either side of me, a sure sign she was getting close. I rotated my wrist, sucked hard, and drank in her cry of release as her back arched off the bed.
“That’s it. Fucking beautiful,” I growled against her trembling flesh, remembering how she’d responded to little comments like that the last time. A quiet purr of pleasure from her served as confirmation.
God, I’d missed this.
I kissed each hip bone as I crawled up her body, nuzzled the soft roundness of her belly, and drew each dusky nipple into my mouth until they were peaked and glistening. The sounds shemade were like a symphony, soft gasps and little whimpers and low, sexy moans.
“Gorgeous, you know that?” I whispered against her throat as I slid my fingers back between her legs. “The only thing sexier than seeing you laid out like this is the look in your eyes when I sink into you.”
She groaned, the sound vibrating against my lips, and said, “Then maybe you should do that. Right now. Please.”
I lifted up and kissed her until her legs wrapped around my hips, the fabric of my jeans barely muting the heat of her as it pressed against me.
“I think that can be arranged.”
Chapter Sixteen
Eden
Whileheleftthebed to pull off his jeans and boxers, I realized I was wrong to think we couldn’t recreate magical moments.
