Page 113 of Pretty Thing

“Oh, that works out. Matt asked me for a boy’s night, but I wanted to check with you first.”

I don’t know why, but a thread of jealousy flows through me at the thought of him out partying. God only knows how many girls will paw at him.

“Eden?”

“Huh?”

“You’re glaring. Did I say something wrong?”

I shake my head.

“No, no, of course not. I’m sorry.”

Felix tilts my chin and forces me to look at him. I sigh.

“Guess I’m a little worried or jealous. I don’t know what I am. Just ignore me.”

“What part of you’re the only one for me, did you not hear? Besides…you jealous over me is fucking hot.”

He cocks his brow, and my body instantly heats.

“I’m sorry,” I say, my brain frying on the spot.

He is way too sexy, it’s not even fair.

“Don’t be sorry, but you never have anything to worry about.”

My body heats all over and I can’t help but stare at his lips and the lips ring that I love.

“Do you…um…” Giving my head a shake I force my mind to focus. “Can we leave when you’re done with work? I want to get ready without having to rush. This stupid cast still makes everything so slow.”

“Sure, I only have one small tattoo left.”

He kisses me softly at first, but when neither of us pulls away, it shifts into something much more intense.

Felix growls, and goosebumps race along my skin as a shiver shoots down my spine. When he touches me I lose all logical thought.

“Fuck, you smell good enough to eat,” he says, nipping at me. My heart rate shoots through the roof. “I better get back downstairs, or I’m going to fuck you right here on the couch and keep you locked up until tomorrow.”

“That’s not much of a threat.”

He chuckles and then pulls out his phone. I watch him suspiciously as he sends a text and then smirks.

“I just bought us forty minutes,” he says, taking the mug from my hand and setting it aside.

He kisses me again, deeper this time and then pulls his t-shirt off over his head. My hands settle low on his hard abs that make my mouth water.

I can’t resist him, and I don’t want to.

I’m in the kitchen washing my mug when Felix bursts into the loft, smiling and singing. His happiness is contagious, and I find myself grinning stupidly back at him.

“You’re in a good mood. Did the tattoo go well?”

He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I nearly moan when he kisses the side of my neck.

“My mood has nothing to do with the tattoo and everything to do with the sexy woman in my loft.”

“Are you trying to convince me to stay in for the night? Because it’s working,” I say, setting the mug aside and turning in his arms.