Page 136 of Paradox
I can’t help but giggle. “Not at all. But they’re pretty dirty.”
“And what about it? It’s not like we go up there.”
Letting my head limply fall backwards, I ask, "Can you not just do it for me?”
“Can I do it later?”
“Sure.”
“You look sexy like that.”
I look at him from the corner of my eye. “Like what?”
“With your head back like that. Your neck all stretched and your Adam’s apple sticking out.” Something flashes across his face, but it's gone before I can place it.
After hanging up his coat, Eden walks towards me.
I run my fingers down the strained veins in my neck until they’re tracing over my collar bone. “You mean like this?”
First the right, then the left side of the sofa cushion compacts beneath his weight as he kneels over me. With his palm against my forehead, he pushes me back until my head is craned over the back of the couch and my neck is straining at how tight it’s being stretched. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he growls; low, from his stomach. And I catch it again, that flash of…something.
I press both hands against his chest, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he twists his hand into my hair as he sits on my lap.
“You’re hurting me.”
He runs his own fingertips down my throat. “I wanna eat you up.”
“I want you to get off me.”
“Why’s that, Little One?”
“Cause I'm still pissed at you for eating my cake.”
“Really?” His tone is as condescending as it is appealing. I push him again, harder this time, but he grabs my wrists andpins them by my shoulders. “But I’m still hungry.” I can’t tear my eyes away from his and how dark and heavy they are. He runs his nose up the side of my face. “Are you going to give me what I want, or do I have to take it?”
“W–what?”
“I’ll give you a ten second head start.”
My eyes widen as I suck in a shaky breath.
Twisting my head to look at him, I can see he isn’t joking.
“One…”
My stomach is in my throat.
I push Eden again, and this time, he steps back from the couch.
“Two…”
Everything blurs around me, and it feels like I’m moving in slow motion as I dash to the door.
“Three…”
I only have time to shove my feet into my sneakers before I’m pushing past the screen door.
Screw the laces.
