“I hate this.” She glared over at Zeke or as he was now to be known, the torturer.
He grinned, obviously not sharing her sentiment. In fact, the asshole looked like he was enjoying himself.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” he said cheerfully.
“This is the happiest I’ve seen you.”
“Then you obviously weren’t looking at me when I had my face between your legs earlier.”
She froze. He did not just say that. Seriously.
And of course, she hadn’t been looking at him. She’d been too focused on trying not to pass out from the pleasure.
She felt herself growing bright red where she lay on a workout bench, trying to do some arm curls.
Suddenly, Zeke was in her vision, standing over her. “Tell you what, baby girl. You give me ten more of those on each arm and after this workout I’ll eat you out as a reward.”
Fuck. Yes.
“Okay,” she squeaked.
He did it again. He gave her another of those heart-stopping grins. Then he leaned down and kissed her. “You are too cute for words.”
She really, really wasn’t.
She’d definitely never thought of herself as a good person. She could be putting Zeke in danger, her brothers were no doubt going out of their mind with worry, and all she could focus on was how hot Zeke looked in his workout clothes. And when he bent over and those shorts molded to his tight ass. . .
Well, the heat flooding her had nothing to do with her workout. She watched him take a long drink of water from his bottle, he’d been making certain she stayed hydrated as well, of course.
“Ten more on each arm, princess. Unless you don’t want me to eat your pussy.”
He was killing her.
But she moved her arms, curling them up in turns. By the time she’d finished, her arms were shaking. He’d been right. She had needed this.
Damned if she was going to tell him that, though.
“Good girl,” Zeke told her, moving over to her. He took the weights from her. They were only ten pounds each, but they could have been a hundred they felt that heavy to her.
He set them down and then leaned over her to kiss her. His lips were heavy against hers. Her body stirred, heat building in her core.
“I need to shower,” she told him when he pulled back.
“Nope,” he told her. “Hot tub after this. We need to make sure you don’t get too sore.” As he spoke, he was moving to the end of the bench. Then he grabbed hold of her hips and drew her down the bench until her hips were at the edge.
“But I’m all sweaty and gross.” She donked her forehead with the palm of her hand. “I cannot believe I just said that. Never tell a man you’re gross, Eden. Idiot.”
“Eden, look at me.” He waited until she was staring up at him. “You could never be gross. And I don’t want you calling yourself names, remember?”
She groaned and he lifted her legs up in the air to place several sharp smacks on her bottom.
“Ouch! Ow! Sorry!”
“Good.” He lowered her legs, his gaze filling with heat. “And I’m not waiting any longer to taste you.”
“It’s only been a few hours since you tasted me,” she pointed out. Not that she was complaining.