“Hey,” I said, for lack of anything else to say.
His eyes were sleepy but his lips formed a half smile.
He didn’t answer my “hey”, instead, his hand came up and he ran his fingers through the hair at my temple, his eyes watching his hand move through my hair. Then it curled and his knuckles ran along my jaw.
“Payback time,” he murmured, his hand cupping my jaw, his thumb running along my bottom lip, his eyes stil watching his movements.
“Pardon?” I asked, out of my freak out and firmly established in an Eddie Daze.
His face disappeared into my neck.
“Yesterday, I took care of you. Today, we both get what we want,” he said against my ear. Then he pressed his hips against me and I knew exactly what it was he wanted because I felt it against my leg.
My heart skipped a couple of times and stuttered to a halt.
I felt his tongue touch below my ear and I shivered.
Okay, wel , whatever. So, I was going to sleep with Eddie. So, he’d probably break my heart. Worse things had happened to me, right?
I ran my hands up his back, hooked my leg around his thigh and turned my head to give him more access to my neck.
Then I saw the time on my alarm clock and froze.
“Holy shit!”
I tried to knife up but Eddie’s weight was on me so instead, I hit my forehead against his jaw as he’d felt me tense and lifted his head to look at me.
“Fucking hel ,” he muttered, looking down, “what’s the matter?”
“Have you heard Mom come back?” I asked him.
“No.”
“Get off, get off, getoffgetoffgetoff,” I demanded pushing at him.
“Jet,” Eddie took my hands by the wrists and pul ed them over my head, “calm down.”
“I can’t calm down! It’s eleven o’clock. Mom left hours ago. What if something happened? Where’s my cel ?” I was looking wildly around.
“It’s on the nightstand. Jet, relax. She’s a big girl. She’l cal if anything happened.”
I glared at him.
“I have to get to the bank, the store, cal the fucking mechanic and find out what’s wrong with my fucking car. I can’t sleep in on a fucking Saturday like normal people!
I’ve got things to do!”
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t an f-word moment, as such.
But I’d almost al owed the Eddie Daze to destroy my life; I was in a super-double-extra freak out.
He grinned.
“I thought you were normal people, just your average, everyday…”
I would probably regret it, but I growled.
His grin turned into a smile and he let go of my wrists.
“Chiquita, you are too adorable.”
“Get off.”
His face dropped and he nuzzled my neck. “When I’m ready.”
“Eddie! The Credit Union closes in an hour! Get off!” His head came up again and he framed my face with his hands.
“No.”
I glared.
He was stil grinning and he looked almost… playful.
This was not good.
“I’l make you a deal, Cari?a, if you can throw me off, I’l get off. If you can’t, we spend the morning my way.” My eyes bugged out.
“That isn’t fair. You’re stronger than me,” I objected.
“You could try being creative.”
My mouth dropped open.
I could create a knee to his nuts but that might put the hurt on Blanca’s dreams of dozens of grandchildren and I was pretty sure I liked Blanca.
I tried the girlie “please” look.
His head bent and he kissed it off my face. When he was done, I wasn’t thinking of anything, especial y not throwing him off. I liked him exactly where he was.
His lips slid along my cheek to my ear, he nipped my earlobe with his teeth and his hands went up my nightshirt, he lifted his head and then, woosh, the nightshirt was gone.
Wow. He wasn’t messing around and he wasn’t wasting any time. Guess Eddie’d cottoned on to the Jet Freak Out and wasn’t going to take any chances.
“This real y isn’t fair. I can’t throw you off half naked,” I muttered.
“You couldn’t do it before but it’l be more fun this way if you try,” he said against my lips, his hand curling around my breast, his thumb rubbing along the nipple. I closed my eyes and gave a repeat performance of the day before.
When I opened them again, the playful look was gone and the hungry look was there and I realized I’d given him exactly what I wanted.
“I don’t think I like you,” I told him even as my arms wrapped around him (of their own volition, I swear).
He smiled against my mouth.
“You like me,” he said and he kissed me again.
When he lifted his head, I shook mine.
“No, I don’t like you. In fact, I really don’t like you.” Al of a sudden, his hand moved down my bel y and dipped in my underwear and my eyes widened even as my back arched when his fingers pressed in.
“You like me.” His voice had gone gruff and I knew he had his proof.
Just as quickly as it came, his hand was gone and he grabbed my hand and pul ed it between us, pressing it in his boxers and wrapping my fingers around him and I had some proof too.