Page 67 of Beneath Your Beautiful
“Does that mean you’ll come with me?”
I smiled against her lips. “Whatever you want, Sunshine.”
“I want you.”
I walked her over to the sidewalk, my hands roaming the curves of her body.
“But first I need to show you the error of your ways,” she said, as we climbed the steps to her front door, her body tucked against mine.
That should be fun. “What else are you going to show me?” I took the keys out of her hand to unlock the door.
“Ugh.” She planted her hands on her hips. “I’m capable of opening my own lock.”
“But you don’t need to because you have me to do it for you.”
“Do I? Have you?” she asked, on the way up to the third floor.
“You’ve got me. How can I prove it?”
“Groveling would be a good place to start.”
“If you get on your hands and knees for me, I’ll grovel.”
“Deal.” I masked my surprise. I hadn’t expected her to give in so easily. But then, she expected me to grovel. “Better make it good.”
“My thoughts exactly. Tell me what you’re going to do to me,” I said, as I unlocked her apartment door.
She waited until the door was closed and locked behind us to tell me. By the time we reached her bedroom, I was so hard my dick felt like concrete.
* * *
Hours later, I woke up to her fingers tracing the lines of the phoenix tattoo on my shoulder and back. I rolled onto my side, and she planted a soft kiss on my upper back then wrapped her arm around me and molded her body against mine. If I was going home with her, I needed to tell Louis. I grabbed my phone from her bedside table, but Eden took it out of my hand.
“It’s all arranged,” she said. “I talked to Louis.”
I laughed under my breath. On top of her other talents, she was reading my mind and arranging my life to suit her needs. “When did you do this?”
“Two nights ago.” I could imagine, without turning to look, that her smug smile matched her voice. “I asked him not to tell you.”
“How did you know I’d agree to it?”
“I’m the optimist in this duo.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Even when shitty things happened, her glass was half-full.
“You haven’t groveled yet,” she reminded me.
“I got sidetracked by the hot babe who asked for a spanking.”
“Likely excuse,” she said, and I looked over my shoulder because I knew, just knew, she’d be blushing. Yep. God, I loved that. She could talk dirty, have sex doggy style, ask for a spanking, and still blush. That’s what made her so special. She was so many things all rolled into one perfect package—naughty and nice, sweet and sultry, dirty and innocent.
I turned around to face her and propped my head on my hand, tracing the curves of her face with my fingertips.
She raised her brows. “Still waiting for you to make good on your end of the deal. Quid pro quo.”
“Look at you and your fancy Latin.”
Eden rolled her eyes. “Stop procrastinating.”
