“You are so perfect,” he muttered against her throat as he sucked on it, his hands roaming across her hips, her ass, taking hold of whatever he could touch. Eden lightly moaned, her body yielding, but her mind still several miles away.Come back to this, won't you?There was a ridiculously hot and available man making out with her and singing her praises. Could her brain get with the program? Because her breasts certainly had. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you once since we parted.”
Maybe if she flirted, she'd be more into it. “Really? What have you done about it?”
“Besides getting you back here on my couch?” He nipped her nose before touching her chin with his fingers. “At least once or twice a day. That's a lot for me now.”
“Once or twice a day what?”
“Use your imagination, angel.”
Oh!“You mean like what I did last night?”
“You were thinking about me?”
Aw, was that boyish hope in his voice? “I told myself that if I used a vibrator and was still thinking about you after, I'd go out with you.”
“I won over the vibrator, huh?”
“I mean… I had a lot to compare it to. Last weekend was…” She sucked in her breath. “Amazing.”
“Indeed, it was.”
“I can't go like that every weekend, though.”
“I didn't think that was the case.”
“I get extremely crampy and sex-repulsed on my period.”
“Many women do.”
“Like, I don't even want to touch your dick as long as I'm surfing the crimson wave.”
“Eden.”
“What?”
He flung his arm over the back of his couch, careful not to hit the wineglass. “Your period. Really?”
“Well, you're a girl dad. Surely, you're familiar with that talk.”
“I'm a lot of things.” His other hand traced the dip in her dress, hooking into her bra and enticing the fabric to show off more of her breasts. “Like delirious for you.”
She wanted it. She wanted him. She wantedthis…
But…
“Eden.” Benson called after her as she got up, careful not to forget her coat or purse on the far end of the couch. “What? Did I say something?”
“No!” She stopped somewhere between the living room and the kitchen island, looking back at him and those inquisitive eyes peering at her from the muted darkness of his own home. “I mean… no. I'm sorry, I just have to think this over. There's a lot on my mind right now.”
“Eden!”
But she was out of the apartment before he could convince her to stay. Eden shut the door behind her and marched down to where she remembered the elevator being, perfectly aware that he might come after her or start texting her.
He did neither.
She ran out of steam when she reached the small area by the elevator. There were two chairs and a small table by the emergency exit, and she sat there, staring out at the skyline as if she could reconcile her physical desires for that man and what her logic told her to do.
Because there was no logic!