“Hmm. . .I have some ways to help you.” He reached his hand up into her hair to massage her scalp. Oh hell. Her breath came out of her in a deep moan of pleasure.
“Would you like me to try and help you sleep?” He removed his hand from her head and she whimpered a protest.
He moved her hair back off her shoulder and kissed his way down her neck. She shivered. God, that felt so good. Almost too good.
“Would you like me to help you feel good?”
She stiffened. Was he really asking her if he could. . .
“This will just be about you.”
Right and she had some magic beans to sell. She snorted.
“Not saying I won’t enjoy it. That I haven’t dreamed of getting to touch your pussy, to play with your clit, to have you cry my name as you shatter in my arms.”
Her breath grew more rapid at his words and she could feel herself growing wet. Oh Jesus. She couldn’t let him do that, could she?
“Nothing more,” she murmured, completely uncertain as to whether she wanted to stick to her own rule.
“I promise. I won’t take off your nightgown, even if the thought of sucking on these gorgeous nipples consumes me.” He reached around and lightly plucked her nipple through the thin cotton material of her nightgown.
Oh fuck. Oh shit.
“How do you know they’re gorgeous?” she said, her voice catching as he lightly twisted her nipple. Fuck. She felt that in her clit. He wouldn’t even need to touch her down there because she was pretty certain she could come just from him playing with her nipples. “I could have ugly nipples.”
He paused. His fingers pulled away from her breasts.
Oh, dear Lord, just kill her now. Had she really just said that?
“Ugly nipples?”
Yep. That was definitely amusement she heard in his voice. What was wrong with her?
“Baby, there is no way you have ugly nipples.”
“I could,” she muttered.
Shut up, Eden!
“I promise you don’t. There is no part of you I would ever consider ugly.”
What about the parts of her he couldn’t see? The pieces of herself she kept hidden? Would he be shocked by how ugly they were? Uglier than any physical scars could ever be. He cupped her breast, surprising her out of her dark thoughts.
“Of course, if you want me to check then I guess I could make that sacrifice.”
Since when was he playful? He was normally so serious. He rarely smiled. Probably just as well. If serious Zeke was a drop dead gorgeous, then smiling Zeke could give her a heart attack.
“I don’t think so,” she said breathlessly as he expertly played with her nipple until it was hard, throbbing.
“Pity. I’d love to play with these pretty nipples. To bury my head in your breasts and forget the outside world. I swear I could lay here for hours just worshipping your breasts.”
“Sounds boring,” she lied.
Crap. She hoped he didn’t hear that lie.
“Now that was naughty, wasn’t it, princess? Lying to me. Because I know that turned you on. I could hear it in the way your breath hitched. In the shiver that rocked your body. What happens when you lie, huh?”
She got punished.