Page 72 of The Fine Art of Faking It
He spun her and kicked the door shut behind him. He had fifteen years of pent-up need trying to claw its way out of him. The kiss was hungry, rabid. Her hands swooped over his chest, his torso. Fingernails dragging, electrocuting his skin.
This was real. This wasn’t some act designed to confuse or distract. This was truth.
He shoved the cardigan from Eden’s narrow shoulders and thanked his lucky stars that there was only one thin layer to go.
Breaking from the kiss, Davis moved his lips over the sensitive skin of her neck. Eden slid her hands into the waistband of his pants and gripped his ass cheeks.
“You can’t tell me you don’t feel this,” he whispered. He rocked his hips into her, his erection a fraction of an inch away from escaping the top of his pants.
“Of course, I feel it, Davis.” She squeezed his ass again, nails digging crescents into his flesh.
“Then stop fighting it.” He wasn’t sure if he was begging her or ordering her. It didn’t really matter because she’d just slid a hand down the front of his pants to cup his balls, and his mind had gone inconveniently and completely blank.
Heart racing, he dropped his forehead to hers.
Still palming his balls, she commandeered his mouth and took control of his entire being. At that moment, there was nothing more that Davis wanted than Eden naked and breathless beneath him… or on top of him depending on her inclination.
He slid his shaky hands under the hem of her tank top and dragged it up and over her head. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He spent a breath admiring her flat stomach, her long, lovely torso, and those small, perfect breasts. Rosy tipped and pebbled, they begged for his attention. He shoved her back into the room until the backs of her knees met the mattress. Following her down on top of the quilt, he reveled in the feel of her soft breasts flattening against the hard of his chest.
Her intake of breath at the contact had him smiling victoriously into her hair. She used her hands and the heel of one foot to free him of his pants.
“God,” she murmured when his erection fell heavily against her stomach. Eden gripped his shaft.
“Eden, I’m not interested in doing this if you hate me,” he told her, his voice raspy and thick.
She flashed him a cocky arch of her eyebrow and squeezed him. “Liar.”
His teeth in her shoulder changed her tune. “Ow! Okay! Okay! Maybe I don’t hate you.”
“Maybe?” He rescued his cock from her hand and lined it up between her legs, probing at the crotch of her shorts. God, he could feel how hot she was for him through the cotton. He hadn’t thought this through, wasn’t sure what the consequences would be once there was no turning back. But for once, he didn’t particularly care. He finally had Eden right where he’d always wanted her.
“Damn it. Of course you’re packing,” Eden sighed. “Is there anything about you that isn’t perfect?”
“Yeah, I made a big mistake my senior year of high school.”
“Sweet talking will get you an orgasm.”
He leaned down and, with her watching him, took one tight tip of her breast into his mouth. She arched off the mattress. “Damn it. You know what you’re doing.” She said it like an accusation.
“Lose the shorts, Eden,” he told her before closing his lips over her nipple again and stroking it with his tongue.
“Not sure if my body can follow commands right now,” she panted.
He helped her, and together they stripped her shorts off one leg. They were still hooked around an ankle, but it was good enough. There were no barriers between them now.
She reached between their bodies and recaptured his shaft in her talented fingers. She stroked him in long, tight pulls. His vision was going gray around the edges, and Davis wished there were more lights on in the room. He wanted to see her, wanted to burn every moment of her spread beneath him into his memory.
He rolled to his side and brought one hand down to cup her sex.
“Gah!” she breathed.
“Is this okay?” he asked, dipping his fingers through her divide. Eden’s legs tensed, trembled, and then fell open.
“Okay,” she repeated.
“How about this?”
Davis worked the pads of his fingers over the tiny bundle of nerves. She opened her mouth in a silent scream.
