Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I’m struggling to process Eden’s circumstances, which are nothing short of horrific and the complete opposite of mine.
Doing my best to hide my reaction, I turn my attention back to her, and seeing how she’s watching me, I smile and say, “We’re alone.”
“We are.” Her lips curve up. “What do you want to do?”
“We can sit and talk.”
The smile drops from her face. “Talk? I thought you wanted to have sex?”
Taking her hand, I pull her to the couch and take a seat beside her. “That can wait. Let’s get to know each other better.”
“Oh…okay.”
She turns her body, and leaning her shoulders against the back of the couch, she looks at me. “You said Renzo is one of your best friends. Do you have a lot of friends?”
I nod. “And you?”
“I have a few. I’m close with another waitress.”
Lifting my arm around her shoulders, I tug her closer until she’s leaning into me, and for the next hour, we talk about safe topics.
Chapter 13
Dario
“Where’s the restroom?” I ask.
Eden pulls away from me and points to a closed door. “Over there.”
I get up and walk the short distance. When I open the door, I glance into a bedroom where I see a neatly made bed with pink covers and pillows.
Going into the restroom, I shut the door and relieve myself. While I wash my hands, I notice a laundry hamper with the tight shorts and shirt Eden was wearing Friday night.
Remembering the great sex, I start to get hard, but I adjust my cock into a more comfortable position, then ignore the thing because I don’t plan on fucking Eden tonight.
Glancing around, I notice there’s only a shower, a toilet, and a small sink. The single cupboard above the sink is packed with toiletries. The toothpaste is squeezed empty. There can’t possibly be anything left in the tube.
It keeps hitting me how poor Eden is, and everything in me screams to help her. However, I get the feeling if I tried to help out, she’d lose her shit, and that would be the end of us.
I’ll just have to be patient until we’re an actual item.
Stepping out of the restroom, I return to the couch and sit down again.
My eyes drift over Eden’s face as I wrap my arm around her shoulders, wishing I could take her out of this place.
Patience, Dario.
She snuggles into my side, and brushing her palm over my Balenciaga sweater, she asks, “Why do you like to watch me dance?”
“It calms me,” I answer honestly. “There’s something about your movements that casts a spell over me.”
She tilts her head back to look up at me, and we stare at each other for a moment before I say, “I love looking at you.”
“Ditto.”
I lower my head and slowly press my mouth to hers. When she tries to deepen the kiss, I lift my hand to her face and grip hold of her jaw to keep her in place. I keep the pace slow, taking my time exploring her mouth and memorizing her taste.
Eden grows impatient and tries to move onto my lap, but in a swift move, I pin her down on the couch, and locking my fingers around her throat, I force her to take it slow as I continue to kiss her tenderly.
Her breaths become shaky, and her fingers dig harder and harder into my biceps as my tongue caresses hers as if she’s my greatest treasure.
When I finally free her mouth and lift my head, Eden’s eyes slowly flutter open, and she stares up at me as if I’ve performed some kind of miracle.
She looks at me as if I’m a god, and it makes me close the distance between us so I can continue worshiping her mouth.
I have no idea how long we kiss, but I love every second.
The is getting colder and colder with each passing minute. When the place feels like a fucking freezer, I lift my head and scowl down at Eden. “Does it always get this cold in here?”
“No. I think the heat went out again.” She gives me an apologetic look. “Coffee?”
The corner of my mouth lifts, and I press another soft kiss to her lips before I sit up. “That would be nice.”
Eden gets up, and going to the kitchen, she makes two cups of coffee. She adds one sugar to mine and three to hers before she brings the cups to the living room.
“Thanks,” I murmur as I take the beverage from her.
She sits down again and tucks one of her legs beneath her. Getting comfortable, she sips on her coffee while she stares at me.
“Does the heat go out often?” I ask, worried about her sleeping in the cold.
“Yeah, but I have extra blankets, so don’t worry. I’ll get the building manager to fix it tomorrow.”
Hearing that makes me feel better.