“But what about the fish?”
“Whataboutthe fish?”
Eden gestures toward the tank. “Eating that in front of them? That’s morbid.”
He takes a deliberately large bite. With a full mouth, he mumbles, “Oops.”
The smallest bit of mayo catches on the corner of his lip. Eden, suddenly emboldened, leans forward to kiss it away. She holds his gaze, relishing the deep, dark burn she sees in him. Eden licks her lips, more than happy to tease.
“Behave,” he warns, voice suddenly dropping an octave into a delectable grumble. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”
Eden smirks and kisses him again, lightly sucking on his bottom lip. “Oops.”
“Be good.”
“I’m an angel. What could you possibly mean?” Eden leans forward, placing a hand on his knee. Her fingers itch to explore, but settle for grazing up the top of his thigh and stopping just shy of his front.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game right now.”
“Dangerous? How so?”
He places his food down and leans forward, too, his lips brushing past her ear to whisper, “Does teasing me in public like this turn you on?” His breath is warm against her cheek. It sends a shiver down her spine and fills her chest with a courage she’s never experienced before.
“What if it does?” she asks, a challenge.
“Never took you for someone so naughty.”
“Looks can be deceiving.”
“Ah, such a fucking smart mouth.”
“Face it, you love my smart mouth.”
“Hmm…”
“What?”
“Just thinking about all the things I want todoto that smart mouth.”
Her breath hitches in her throat. “You—”
“Tell me what I’m thinking right now. If you guess right, maybe we’ll make it happen.”
Eden’s face fills with heat, her heart pounding in her chest. Her brain is about to melt. There are so many possibilities, so many scenarios. But one look from him, and she’s a goner. Her tongue is a twisted knot. The fire pooling in the pit of her stomach has her unraveling at the seams. Alexander might have just broken her.
Alexander can sense her struggle and chuckles, tenderly kissing her cheek. “What are you being so shy for? You started it, sweetheart. Come on, venture a guess.”
“What if I guess wrong?”
“I doubt you will.” He presses his forehead to hers, the tips of their noses bumping up against one another. “Say it,” he whispers against her lips. “Say it.”
“I think...” Eden takes a deep but shaky breath. “I think you want to fuck me.”
“Among other things.”
She looks deep into his eyes and reads him like a book. “I think you want to fuck me hard. And then soft. All night, and then all morning. On my back. On my knees. You want to taste me. You want me to taste you.”
“I think you want me to make you beg,” he says, still soft and only loud enough for her alone to hear. “You want to be taken against a wall. In my bed. On the fucking floor. You want me to make you tremble. You want to be fucked so good, your voice gives out. You want to feel sore in the morning. Isn’t that right, Eden?”
