8. Eden
CHAPTER EIGHT
EDEN
Bones’ mouth moves over mine, and it’s all tongue and teeth and soft, filthy groans that light me up from my scalp to my soles. I swear to God, I see actual stars. His hands flatten against my back, fingers spread so wide I feel entirely owned.
He doesn’t give me time to catch my breath.
Every inch of my body is on fire for him.
His tongue moves around my mouth like he’s starving, and my brain pretty much checks out.
The only thing I know is the feel of Bones’s muscular body against mine and his huge, rough hands holding me exactly where he wants me.
I arch my chest against him and let my hands roam all over his arms, then up into his hair where it falls loose and wild. Jesus, I could come just from the sound Bones makes when I grab a handful and tug. He groans, low and vicious, and lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing at all.
The way he kisses me is filthy and possessive. I swear he’s going to suck all the oxygen from my lungs and replace it with pure need. He bites my lower lip, then soothes the ache with his tongue, and I feel myself clench around nothing. I want him so fucking bad I can’t see straight.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he rasps against my mouth. “Fucking beautiful.” Then he’s kissing me again, deeper, hungrier as he carries me up the stairs.
He shoulders open a heavy door, the wood thudding against the frame. I pull back and glance around, seeing the last bands of desert sunset flooding the room, every surface touched with orange and gold. For a second, I forget to breathe.
His bedroom is nothing like what I pictured.
No unmade bed, no crusty socks, no ominous gym equipment or racks of guns.
What greets me instead leaves me momentarily speechless.
There’s a massive platform king-sized bed, with crisp white sheets and a navy-blue comforter.
The bed’s made with military precision, hospital corners so tight you could bounce a quarter off them.
Two chunky bedside tables, a leather bench at the foot of the bed, and a wall of glass overlooking a sweep of red rock, sage, and endless sky.
There are personal touches everywhere, not what I’d expected.
An acoustic guitar on a stand by the window.
A shelf stacked with battered paperbacks.
Sci-fi with cracked spines. Dog-eared thrillers.
A couple of tattered poetry books that look like they’ve seen actual war.
The walls are painted a soft, almost masculine gray, and there’s a dark and moody painting above the bed.
The whole place smells like cedar and clean sheets, a mix of man and something uniquely Bones.
He sits me on the bed so gently I barely register the moment I stop touching him.
I’m shaking, but not from nerves anymore. From wanting.
He stands and just looms, watching. His eyes go a little unfocused, a storm of molten chocolate flickering under the lashes. “Say stop,” he growls, “if you want me to.”
I don’t. Not even a little. My own voice is embarrassingly thin when I say, “Not a chance.”
His whole body goes tight. His jaw clenches, and those dark eyes pin me to the spot. For a second, he just stares, breathing hard, and I swear there’s nothing in the universe except the two of us and this insane need spiraling between us.
Then he steps back and pulls his shirt off in one rough move.
I can’t help myself—I just stare. His chest is a wall of hard muscle, dusted with dark hair, but it’s the ink that makes my breath catch and stick.
There’s a tribal tattoo on his neck and a winding, intricate sleeve that wraps all the way up his right arm and over one massive shoulder.
I stand there, staring, and he yanks his belt loose and tosses it aside.
His jeans drop to the floor. Now he’s naked, standing in front of me, strong and gorgeous as hell, and my lungs forget how to work for a second.
My mind short-circuits as I get a look at just how big he really is.
There’s no way Bones is fitting that monster inside me and not splitting me in two.
Oh well. That’s a worry for later. I want him so badly I actually ache.
He prowls back over to the bed and reaches for my dress. My eyes cross when he slowly slides it up. I wiggle my hips and help him to drag it over my head.
Bones lets out a noise that sounds half like a snarl, half like a prayer. He watches me sitting on the bed in nothing but plain pink underwear. The way he looks at my body makes me feel like the hottest woman on the planet.
“Holy fuck, Eden.” He’s all but vibrating as he stares. His voice is rough enough to scrape my insides raw. “You’re unreal.” He cups my face in his palms, kisses me stupid, then nips at my lower lip so hard I gasp.
That’s all the invitation he needs. In a blur, he lays me back on the bed, big hands fisting in the waistband of my underwear and peeling them off in one motion. My bra doesn’t stand a chance either; he’s careful, but the thing is history in about two seconds.
Now I’m naked, spread out under him, and he looks like he might lose his mind. I squirm under that stare, but he doesn’t give me a second to get self-conscious. Not with the way his hands worship me.
He palms my tits like he’s been waiting a lifetime just for this moment. My breath catches as his thumbs flick across my nipples, making them stand up hard and aching. Sweet mother of God, I never knew I could be this sensitive. Every touch, every hungry sweep of his big hands makes me want more.
Bones crouches over me, eyes wild and greedy, and drags his mouth down my neck. He nips, then sucks, and I feel the sting and heat go right to my core. I want to be cocky about how obsessed he is, but all I can do is arch under him and whimper like a girl in a porno.
“You’re fucking perfect, Eden,” he rasps, then bends down to take a nipple between his lips.
The shock of heat and suction makes me moan so loud I’m glad there aren’t any neighbors for miles.
He laves it with his tongue, teeth scraping just this side of too rough, then moves to the other side and gives it the same treatment.
With every pass of his tongue, every sharp squeeze, my brain turns more and more to Jello. I can’t stop touching him. My hands roam his thick arms, over the ridges of muscle and down between our bodies. A shiver runs through his body when I wrap my hand around his hard cock.
Holy hell. It’s so fucking heavy and hot in my grip, and the sound he makes when I stroke him? Jesus, it’s like I flipped a switch inside him. His entire body goes tight when I squeeze a little.
“Keep doing that and I might not make it to the main event, sweetheart,” he grits out between his teeth. I can’t help it. I pump him again, slow, watching the way his big, tattooed arms flex as he braces himself over me.
“Be tough,” I shoot back, all sassy, but my voice is barely more than a whimper.
He leans in, mouth all over my jaw, then down my neck where he bites just hard enough to make me gasp. He pulls out of my grasp and drags my arms up. “Keep your hands where I can see them,” Bones growls as he places my hands on either side of my head. “Or I’ll have to tie you down.”
The thought goes straight to my clit. I’m a good girl for about three whole seconds, then I can’t take it anymore.
I drag my nails down his back instead. “Fucking hell. You’re going to kill me,” he growls against the side of my throat.
His cock drags over my thigh, leaking hot against my skin, and I swear I’m so wet for him I’m pretty sure I’m dripping on his crisp white sheets.
Bones shifts, kneeling between my thighs, and just stares at me like I’m his last meal. “Look at you,” he rasps. “All goddamn mine.”
His hands slide under my ass, lifting me up so he can drag his tongue down my breastbone, then over my stomach.
He slides lower and lower until I’m seconds from fucking losing my mind.
The rough stubble on his jaw burns a path across my skin, and I swear to God, if he doesn’t put his mouth on me right now, I might die.
Bones spreads my thighs. His palms are big and hot and possessive as hell. For a second, he just stares at my pussy like it’s the center of the universe. I’m already dripping, absolutely soaked for him, and the greedy look in his eyes does something filthy to me.
“Goddamn,” he rasps, voice low and hungry. “You have no fucking clue what you do to me.” Then he buries his face between my legs, and all the air leaves my lungs at once.
His tongue starts slow but deliberate, licking a stripe up my slit from bottom to top, like he’s savoring every drop. I arch off the bed, fingers clawing at the sheets, but his hands grab my thighs and hold me down. I’m not going anywhere.
The first pass of his tongue over my clit is electric. I try to muffle the noise, but I end up moaning his name loud enough to shake the windows.
Bones doesn’t let up. He sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue, just rough enough to make me see white lights behind my eyelids. Holy hell. My body shakes, and I can’t control any of it.
“Please, Bones, don’t stop, don’t you dare,” I gasp, legs shaking as each flutter of his tongue sends me closer to heaven.
“Never, sweetheart,” Bones groans against my clit, and the vibrations nearly send me right over the edge.
He’s not gentle. He’s ruthless about it.
His tongue drives me crazy, circling and flicking just right, and he’s got me wide open, completely helpless, pinned by the big hands gripping my thighs.