Page 74 of Mine Forever
I want to be her hero, be the man that I wasn’t years ago.
But the hollow, sick feeling in my stomach roars back anytime I think of going back to NYC and the paparazzi following me again.
The constant dodging them, flashbulbs in my face, camping out in front of my building, and asking questions that were crude at best and downright hateful at worst.
They made my life hell for far too long. But fear weighs me down and keeps me broken.
It’s best to remember what this is all about with Eden.
Because I can’t go back to that hell. I can’t be that hero for her.
We can just have some fun while we’re stuck together.
Just sex.
It is just sex.
My hand slides down and cups her ass under the sheet. “You’re the only thing on my mind.” I squeeze, and she lets out a tiny squeak before it turns into a soft moan when my fingers drift down and close to where she’s already wet.
“I like the way you think.”
With that spark in her eye, she holds my gaze, dropping kisses across my chest.
Her long hair trails over my nipples as she drops kisses on my scar.
I close my eyes and swallow hard against the range of emotions that whip through me and end up lodging in my throat.
The few women I’ve been with since my surgery have made sure to steer clear of my shoulder scar, as though if they don’t acknowledge it, the pink slash of puckered skin isn’t there and I can be their flawless, hot athlete conquest.
The fact that Eden gives it more attention than the smooth skin around it soothes away those edges that make me forget I’m lucky to be alive.
She makes her way to one of my nipples, where she swirls her tongue around it. It hardens, and the feeling of it makes me grunt.
I squeeze her ass and pull her closer to me. With one leg already slung up over mine, it’s easy for her to grind her wet heat against my thigh.
“Hmmm…” she murmurs as she moves to the other nipple and laps at it like her life depends on it.
Damn, she knows how to use that tongue to make me come unglued.
Unable to just lie there any longer, I flip her onto her back and settle between her legs.
Her lips curve into a smile that lights up her face in the shadowy room. “I like this position even better.”
I kiss her hard once. “Want to do something with me?”
She chuckles. “If you don’t know by now I’m saying yes, then I’m not very good at this.”
“You’re amazing at this.We’reamazing at this. But that’s not what I mean.” I pause, knowing I need to ask but not sure if I want to even hear the answer. “Do you trust me?”
She bites her lip and searches my eyes for a moment before nodding slowly, silently.
“Okay, stay right here. Close your eyes.”
There are a thousand questions in her eyes, but they slide closed after a second.
I climb off the bed and walk into my closet, on the hunt for what I want.
I come back out of the closet, then hurry out to the kitchen.
