Whispered Curses
"What's that?"
"Since I've already told your grandmother, it would only be right to tell you as well." Her eyes were so pretty as she stared at me, waiting.
"Eden, I love you."
Her eyes fell closed for half a second, as a shiver ran through her. Then her eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at me coyly. "I love you, too. You know it's too soon to say this, though. I’ve known you for a week and a half."
"Absolutely. But I never want to keep secrets from you. So there it is."
She kissed me again, then her curvy body started moving against mine in a way that made it very clear what she was after.
“Wait,” I said gently.
She stopped moving, and pouted, forcing me to nibble her bottom lip until she giggled.
“Someday when we have kids, we’re going to have to keep a secret from them.”
Eden rolled her eyes. “You don’t want to tell them how Mommy nearly messed everything up because of some misheard song lyrics?”
“No,” I laughed. “We’re going to have to make up a more romantic story of how we met. There's no way we can tell them you bumped into me on a dance floor in a cheesy club. That's tacky.”
Her laughter rang through the room, making me laugh again, both of us shaking against each other.
~ Chapter 27 ~ Eden ~
* Bed with the Devil *
I was almost disappointed when Eric picked me up and set me beside him, but it gave me a chance to look around the room for the first time. I had been in such a fog when we arrived that I hadn't noticed how gorgeous the penthouse suite was. It was bigger than my whole apartment. The paintings alone looked like they belonged in a museum.
Eric noticed my wide eyed staring as he shuffled the dishes away. "One of the perks of starting your own company and having things go well," he said. "To be honest, I normally get a regular room, but I thought you might appreciate the extra space."
What I truly appreciated was the giant bed at the far end of the room.
"Do you want a bath, or shall we just go to bed?" Eric asked. "It's been a long day, and it's getting late, Toronto time."
“Bed,” I nodded, digging in my suitcase for my toothbrush and some pajamas. When I came out in my little pink shorts and camisole, Eric was already in bed, looking like he had freshened up in the guest bathroom.
The lights were dim. The focus of the lovely, elegant room was the huge bed, where a shirtless hunk who loved me waited.
My happiness won over my exhaustion. Slipping in beside him, I curled against his massive shoulder, quickly realizing that he was naked.
"I prefer sleeping in the buff, but don't think I'm trying to send you any signals." He raised one eyebrow. "Unless you want me to send signals. But I completely understand if you just want to sleep. It’s been a hell of a day. "
His hand skimmed down my spine, somehow hitting nerves I didn't even know I had.
“Do you know how I’m a bit nervous about practically everything?" I said softly.
"Yes. I'm going to do everything in my power to protect you and make things easier for you."
"Actually, I think I like it that you push me a bit. But also…" I had to pause and take a breath. "I'm trying very hard not to be scared of how intense we are together."
His hand passed down my back, then around the curve and up over my hip. I adored the way his fingers tightened on my skin, giving me a little shake.
"We can be gentle, or intense, or whatever you desire," he said softly. "As long as I know that we're together, I won't freak out and do crazy things anymore."
"Helping me speak up more means that I'm also going to be able to call you on your bull crap," I grinned.
"Absolutely, baby. I want you to keep me on my toes. I need you to tell me if I'm ever being an ass. Or if there's anything you need that I'm not giving you."