Page 43 of Tormented Bastard
The Clock is Ticking
Eden
I was so screwed.
I’d never had sex like that before. I’ve had good sex, even great sex. Most—no, all of it actually—of the amazing sex I’d ever had was with Chase. It was toe-curling, mind-blowing, off the charts. The man was a god between the sheets.
But the sex we had this morning? It was the kind you only read about in romance novels or see in movies. That sex charted new territory, even between us.
The fact I’d been blindfolded most of the time had intensified all the sensations. My first orgasm had been so intense, I literally didn’t know my name for a few moments.
After the second one? I might have blacked out for a second.
I hadn’t meant to tell him I’d missed him. But it was better than the words that had wanted to tumble out of my mouth. Words I couldn’t say. Hadn’t said to another man in my life other than my male relatives.
But this was just sex. I had a life, a business, people who depended on me back in New York. Not only that but Chase and I had been here before. Outside of phenomenal sex, what could we offer each other? There was too much water under the bridge and all.
It didn’t help that the tender, romantic side of Chase came out afterwards. He’d kissed my wrists, rubbed the blood back into them, asking me if I was okay. Then he’d carried me into the shower, where he washed my hair and cleaned me like I was a valuable piece of fragile art.
I responded in kind by washing that Adonis body and giving him an epic blow job.
Sated for the time being, we decided to take a break, eat, and watch some movies. The storm had lost a great deal of its punch, even though we were on the backside of the eye. Another twenty-four hours and I should be able to get back to the mainland and head back home.
The thought of leaving Chase and the quirky little town that I’d barely gotten to know but wanted to know more about made my chest ache in a way I hadn’t experienced in years. It was a thought that I pushed away when Chase asked me what kind of movie I was in the mood for.
“I don’t know. Have anything in mind?”
He looked over at me and bobbed his brows lecherously. “I’ve always got you in my bed on the brain.”
I shoved at him with a laugh. “Oh my God, you’re as bad as you were in college.”
Chase gripped my wrist as I tried to pull it away and dropped a kiss on the inside of it. I bit back a gasp, but the rush of heat that landed between my legs couldn’t be stopped. “Where you’re concerned, Eden? You’re always on my mind.”
He said it casually, still looking at the TV, as though it was just a fact and something he said every day. Not something that just totally rocked my world and made my heart slam against my ribs.
I cleared my throat. “Let’s watch something funny.”
“Okay.” He clicked a couple of boxes and stopped atThe Shawshank Redemptionwith a smile. “This isn’t funny, but it does bring back some unforgettable memories.”
“Yeah, it does.” I smiled and pulled a blanket off the back of the sofa, drawing it around me. My heart beat a little faster looking at him in nothing but a pair of jeans. That broad chest, six-pack abs, and tousled dark hair drove me wild.
He turned his head, his green eyes intent on mine. “I can’t watch this movie without thinking about you.”
I pressed my lips together and searched his face. He blew out a breath and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. Driving me a little crazier.
“Do you remember where we were when we watched it together the first time?”
He leaned forward and tossed the remote on the coffee table before shifting his body to face me, a soft smile on his face. “In my dorm room. My roommates were gone that night, and we had the whole place to ourselves.”
My smile matched his. “It was our first time.”
He chuckled, and his eyes took on a hazy quality as though he were plucking the memories from his brain. “It was a lot of firsts that night. First time I’d had sex in my dorm room.”
I sat up straighter. “What? Now I know you’re lying.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m serious. Before you, any girl I met, I went back to her place.”
“Why?” I couldn’t hide the bewilderment in my voice.
