“Yes,” she gasps, the word bubbling past her lips without a second thought.
Alexander kisses her once, like a promise. “I’ve grown tired of staring at fish.”
“Me, too.”
“Then let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Eden has never agreed to anything faster in her entire life.
* * *
There’s simultaneously too much time and not enough of it. The drive back to his place is obscenely long. The need to have his lips on hers is ever-present, an addiction she can’t shake.
They’re in a rush, but they’re also in the mood to slow down and savor. It leaves Eden in a delirious state of mind, wanting too much and getting too little.
He all but carries her up to his apartment after he parks the Audi in the building’s basement garage. Eden wants to comment that this place is super fancy. Security gate, a doorman, and even assigned parking stalls? To her, that’s peak luxury. She doesn’t get much of a chance to speak, however, because the second he has his arms wrapped around her, their mouths are too preoccupied to get a syllable out.
Eden all but whines when Alexander has to set her down to fish his keys out of his pocket to unlock the front door. The second they’re through—
It’s a beautiful kind of chaos.
He pins her easily against the back of the door, mouthing hungrily at her neck. He sucks hard enough to leave marks. Eden doesn’t care. In fact, she wants more. She wants proof against her skin, badges of honor to wear and show off to the world. She clings to him, tugs at his hair, wraps her legs around his hips as he easily supports both of their weight. Her skin is on fire, but she wants to feel so much warmer.
Alexander carries her over to the kitchen, setting her down on the kitchen island’s marble surface. It’s cold, but she’s too enthralled in the task of lifting off his sweater to notice. The offending garment is tossed to the floor, forgotten.
He’s a wall. Hard, solid, sturdy. Eden drags her fingers down his toned chest and defined abs, licking her lips as she eyes the large bulge in the front of his jeans.
“You have a very lovely home,” she says, voice dripping with desperation.
“Care for a tour?” he asks, though it’s very clear his interests lie elsewhere.
Eden shakes her head, panting. “Later?”
“Later,” he agrees, moving in to devour her mouth once more.
There’s nothing quite like his hands. Eden realizes just how much she adores them when his fingers slip beneath her shirt and he holds her firmly at the waist. It’s almost a relief when he finally takes her shirt off, exposing the white lace bralette she has on underneath.
“Fuck,” he hisses against her dainty collarbone, moving down to nip at her breasts over the delicate fabric. “Look at you. Did you put this on just for me?”
“Do you think it’s pretty?” she asks, unsure why she’s suddenly so self-conscious.
He smiles up at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does. It makes her heart explode. “Gorgeous,” he confirms. “You’re gorgeous, Eden. Do your panties match, too?”
She nods, bashful. “They do.”
He huffs, a sort of half-laugh that Eden can’t quite decipher.
“What?” she asks.
He rises, presses a kiss to her ear lobe. He murmurs, low and hungry, “I really want to ruin you.”
Eden bites her lip. She can barely breathe as she rasps, “Then what are you waiting for?”
He hums, content, as he reaches behind her to help lift her bralette up and over her head. Alexander grabs at her small breasts, easily covering her with his massive hands. She shivers, both amused and aroused at how small and protected he makes her feel.
He leaves a line of kisses from her breasts down her stomach, marking her as he works his way down to her jeans. It’s a wonder to watch his skilled fingers undo the front of her pants before tugging them off with great haste. All that remains is her matching white lace thong, one that leaves little to the imagination.
Alexander growls. “You’re really going to kill me, you know that?”
