Page 19 of Beautiful Rush
Two nights later, we slept together. I was fully clothed except for my boots. I arrived late, just as she was getting ready for bed and there were no frozen grapes on offer. Just a bed with pristine white sheets and approximately twenty-three downy pillows, eighteen of which I tossed onto the floor to make room for both of us and her Kindle.
I stretched out on the bed next to her, my head propped up on two pillows that smelled like fabric softener and not like her.
“Read to me,” I said as her eyes scanned the words on her Kindle.
“It’s an MC romance,” she said as if that was meant to deter me. “It’s dark and delicious.”
“Let’s hear it. Skip to the juicy parts,” I closed my eyes. From her lofty position atop three pillows, she read to me. She could have been reading the phone book for all I cared.
I didn’t really listen to the words, just the sound of her voice, soft and sweet and low. Her voice made me forget about Dmitri and Leon and the meth I sold the night before to two gangbangers in a diner parking lot. A warm breeze skated through the open windows, carrying her scent of apricots and sweet almonds and I felt at peace. Something I’d never expected to feel with Keira Shaughnessy.
I felt her shift on the bed next to me and opened my eyes to find her lying on her side, studying my face.
“What are you looking at?”
“You.”
“Are you thinking you want to kiss me?”
Instead of answering the question, she set her Kindle on the nightstand and switched off the lamp. I tossed another pillow on the floor and she tossed two more. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer, her back against my chest, her body fitting into the curve of mine.
“Is this the kind of thing you do with all the girls you go steady with?” she asked.
Never. Only you. “I thought about picking your locks and slipping into bed with you in the middle of the night, but this was easier.”
She pressed her ass against my hard-on and the concept of easy flew right out the open window.
I groaned as she rubbed her ass against me. Deliberately. I slid my hand under her tank top and flattened my palm against her toned stomach. I heard her sharp intake of breath. Her skin was soft and silky and warm, and I could have moved my hand higher, cupped her breast and squeezed her nipple. Or lower, fingering her clit and fucking her with my fingers. But I kept my hand where it was.
“Get some sleep.”
She snuggled against me and let out a soft, sleepy sigh. “Goodnight Deacon.”
Deacon, not Kosta. I appreciated the distinction. “Goodnight Keira.”
I didn’t sleep. I stayed awake until that weird, lonely hour just before dawn, stealing intimate moments with her while she slept soundly. And somewhere during that night, I decided that I never wanted to let her go. Whatever we were doing, it was fucked up and dangerous and highly addictive and I knew without a doubt that I’d keep going back for more.
7
Keira
“Ican’t believe you’re kicking me out,” Killian said for the hundredth time as he stood in the doorway, a suit carrier in one hand and his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his arm wrapped around Eden.
“Believe it, baby,” Eden said, giving him another kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you.”
“Love you more. I’d never kick you out of our bed.”
“Get a grip,” Ava called from the kitchen where she was rooting around in the cupboards, searching for junk food she’d never find in Eden and Killian’s loft. I’d lived here for two months and had to keep my stash of Pop-Tarts hidden in my room so Killian wouldn’t lecture me about the importance of eating a balanced, nutritious breakfast. “You’ve got the rest of your lives to be together. One night won’t kill you.”
“It might,” Killian grumbled as Eden shooed him out the door and closed it behind him.
“Lock up,” he called from the other side of the door. Eden rolled her eyes, but she slipped the locks into place to appease him.
“He’s a pain in the ass,” Ava said.
“Yep,” Eden said, a big smile on her face. All through tonight’s rehearsal dinner with her wedding party and family, at the little French restaurant Killian and Eden had gone to on their first date, she’d been glowing.
“Do we need popcorn?” Ava called from the kitchen, holding up a bag of microwave popcorn then answered her own question before we got the chance. “We’re about to watch a movie, what kind of question is that?”
