Loving Eden (Kissing Eden, #2)



Eden,

Welcome to Texas, baby. I have a surprise for you. Meet me at the blue cottage next door.

Love,

Grey



I glanced around the room again. There was nothing in it. It looked like the rest of the guest rooms. I clutched the note and rose, and pulled the door behind me.

On one side of the Palm Palace was a condominium complex. I had never paid attention to the cottages that dotted the end of the island before the park began, but he had to be talking about those on the other side of the motel.

I trekked over the dunes, the reeds whipping at my legs. I climbed the stairs to the cottage closest to the Palm, hoping this was the place Grey mentioned in his note. The stairs creaked as I took each step. I noticed the white paint peeling from the railings.

The deck wrapped around to the street side, but I peeked through the sliding glass door that faced the ocean.

My breath caught in my chest.

I was looking into the living room, but it wasn’t like any living room I had seen before. There were candles flickering all around the room. Yellow roses like the one in my hand were scattered on the floor. It might sound stupid, but I was afraid to knock. It was so beautiful that I didn’t want to spoil it, as if I would interrupt the special moment that had been planned.

Just then, Grey appeared from a nearby hallway. He rushed to the door and pushed it open.

“Eden, where in the hell have you been?”

He picked me up, his lips smothering mine. Instinctively, I wrapped my heels around his waist as he carried me over the beach house threshold. His hands tangled in my hair and I groaned as his tongue lashed against mine. I wanted to tell him all about my delays: the flat tire, the coffee spill, and I wanted to ask why he didn’t answer his damn phone, and why we were kissing in a random beach cottage, but all of that could wait. I needed this moment with him.

His hands coasted down my sides until they gripped the edge of my tank top. He tugged it upward and tossed it on the yellow roses. We hadn’t seen each other in months. Our bodies were starving for one another. The kind of I’m-going-to-rip-every-stitch-of-clothing-off-you starving. It was primal. It was magic.

It was unbelievable being in his arms again. Kissing him, touching him, seeing him in front of me. It was almost too much. I gasped as his hungry eyes sharpened when he peeled off the last bit of clothing I wore. I reached for the button on his jeans, and they fell to the floor just as he kicked them to the side. The air was charged around us, like it was our first night at the beach party. Being anywhere near Grey made my body respond with unexplainable heat and electricity.

I didn’t know if there was a bed in this place. There sure wasn’t a couch. When did that ever stop us? I threw my arms around his neck, loving the feel of his rigid body sliding against mine.

I felt our bodies lower to the floor. I was completely exhausted, from my legs to my shoulders, but the charge growing between us gave me energy.

My head rolled to the side as he kissed along my throat, pressing deeper with his lips. His mouth was hot and firm. I relaxed under him until I felt his thumbs dig into the sensitive flesh on my hips. My eyes darted to his as he commanded my hips to rock forward. I couldn’t look away. I had fallen so head over heels in love with this man that I had started an entirely new life fifteen hundred miles away from home. His fingers moved in and out of me, sending my hips thrusting higher and higher, just like he wanted.

I felt the tight coiling in my core as my body responded to his every move. His mouth covered mine, wrapping our breaths around each other.

“Darlin’, I missed you.” He propped himself on his arms before nudging my legs to the side.

“I missed you too.” My voice was raspy and hoarse. I looked into his eyes. “I love you, Grey.” I smiled as I felt him maneuver over me.

His body was hot like molten lava as he pushed inside me. I never felt such fullness as when he rocked into me.

“I love you too.” He drove deeper, sending my hips upward. All I felt was spiraling swirls of color flash in front of me as the heat circled my veins and melted into my body.

I would probably have massive rug burn when I woke up tomorrow. It would match my bug bite perfectly. I didn’t care as I gave myself over to Grey one wave of pleasure at a time. I held on as we climbed to the peak of bliss before our bodies released us through quivering shivers that had us grasping and clawing at the other until our moans turned to whispers and our thrusts turned to caresses.

Grey’s head rested on my chest. He drew circles on my stomach.

“Hi.”

I laughed. “Hi, to you.” I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling complete contentment. My body was relaxed and light under him.

“So what took you so long?”

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