Wiggling from his grip, I grab my purse and sling it over my shoulder. “And I think we should discuss something else. Anything else, in fact. Sports, diseases. Your choice.”
I swear the smile hasn’t faltered on Eddie’s face since he dropped this bombshell. So glad he’s enjoying himself.
Eddie stands and for a second, I think he’s going to drop the matter. No such luck. He slips my purse from my shoulder and deposits it back onto the barstool. Then he crowds my space, inching me back until my spine hits the wall. His hands rest on either side of my head, caging me in place. “You want me to drop it?”
Unexpected segue, but one I’ll cling to nonetheless.
“Please. That would be the best birthday gift ever.”
“Not even going to clue me in a tiny bit about my performance? Was I above bar? Average?”
What the hell does it matter, right? It was a dream, an event totally beyond my control. A glorious, multi-orgasmic dream.
I wonder…
No Kiki, you will not wonder about that.
“You’re blushing again.”
“Didn’t realize I’d stopped.” Feeling a spark of moxie, I plant a hand on my hip and dare to meet his gaze. “What do you want to know? How good you were? You were fucking fabulous, okay, Eddie? Perfection. Ridiculously talented in every aspect. Can I crawl under the bar now for the rest of the night?”
“I don’t think so.” He bites his lip—an obscenely endearing move—and skates his thumb along the hollow of my throat. “Repeat after me.”
I swallow. “…Okay.”
“I am not too old for anyone.”
I roll my eyes, but he’s not moving. Not relenting. “I am not too old for anyone.”
His hand traces the neckline of my shirt, his fingers dipping along the curve of my breasts, where I’m certain he can feel my heart racing. “I am a stunningly, intoxicatingly beautiful woman.”
A nervous laugh slips out of me. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Say it.”
I lick my lips, nerves clawing through me as his touch lights up my insides. “I am… a stunningly, intoxicatingly beautiful woman.”
“Yes, you are. So fucking beautiful.” He ducks his head, nuzzling my neck, the soft slide of his tongue against my skin damn near breaking me.
A low moan slips past my lips as I ball my hands into fists to keep from ripping his shirt off.
He smiles against my skin. “There’s that sexy as fuck moan again.” Another nibble, his hand twisting in my hair to hold me still. “Last one, and you’re doing great so far. Ready?”
“Yes.” My voice is a breathy whisper.
He raises his head, his lips hovering against mine, so close I can almost feel them. “I want you to kiss me, and I don’t want you to stop. I want you to touch every inch of me. Show me how good you can make me feel.”
My tongue drags along my lower lip as his hand cups my jaw.
“Say it,” he growls.
But I don’t.
I slide my hands along his chest, his muscles taut beneath his shirt. I drag the moment out, the intensity building with every second. Every breath.
“Kiki.” Desperation curls around every syllable, and it’s enough. It’s more than enough.
As I gaze up at him, all reservations fall away. “Never stop.”
