Bianca raised her mouth to his. “Yes.”
“Wah!” Raphael shot up from the bed beside theirs.
The moment shattered, and she pulled back with a gasp.
“Did I miss midnight margaritas?” Raphael demanded.
“I can rewind.” Bianca hid her blush behind fiddling with the movie controls.
And Lucifer ground his teeth. He’d missed so much more than midnight margaritas.
Chapter Twenty-Four
If hell as a place of eternal torment had existed, Eddie would be in it right now. Lying next to Shade, feeling his heat, drawing his honey and musk scent in with every inhalation, had to be hell. The minuscule space between them hummed with all the possibilities she was too chicken to act on.
And why was she being such a wuss?
Fear.
Not fear of rejection like most normal people. Nope, this dumb bitch was scared of getting what she wanted. That had to be way up there on the how-dumb-am-I-o-meter.
He said he loved her. Had told her she was the one. Proven he cared about her. Shade had even defied heaven and hell—quite literally—to rescue her. The only thing preventing them from taking their relationship to physical intimacy was her chickenness…chickendom. Chickenimity?
She flopped to her back. Whatever it was called, she had a big old helping of it.
“Eddie?” Shade’s voice was deep and low in the intimate darkness of the bedroom. “You’re fidgeting.”
“I know.” And this bed buddies setup had been her idea.
When Sophia had also announced her intention to sleep at the theater because of Emma and Ethan, the who sleeps where conversation had started again. The children had Dee’s room. Dee and Sophia shared the spare. Daniel had the greenroom, and Eddie had opened her big mouth and said Shade could sleep with her.
Shade had offered sleep on the greenroom floor.
“Don’t be silly,” Eddie the idiot had said. “Nobody needs to sleep on the floor. “We’re all adults here.”
He’d promised to keep it platonic, and so far, had been as good as his word. Shade shifted and tucked his hands behind his head. “Want to talk about it?”
“No.” She didn’t want to even think about it, or the insistent pulse between her thighs.
Shade chuckled. “Come on, Eddie, talk to me. Neither of us is getting any sleep with you tossing and turning.”
“It’s hot in here, and I’m not used to sharing my bed,” she said, and if her pants hadn’t already been on fire, they would be with that lie.
He hummed. “Want me to go?”
“No.” The denial shot from her mouth. There’d been no thinking in the generating of that response.
“Then why don’t I talk?” He turned to look at her.
Anything sounded better than confessing her weakness. “Sure.”
“Sexual tension,” he said. “It’s leaking out of you.”
“Oh.” So much for evasions. “You can feel that?” Then she wanted to slap herself. “Of course you can feel that.”
“Yup,” he rasped. “I could feel that even if I wasn’t lust, and it’s making me hard enough to punch holes in the wall.”
“Oh.” A surge of lust rippled through her.
“Fuck, Eddie.” He scrubbed his face with his palms. “That’s not making it any easier for me.”
“I can’t help it.” Wanting him had never been the problem.
“I know that.” He sighed. “But you’re still not sure about being with me.”
He was right. “I’m not even sure why.”
“Be clear, Eddie. If you were sure, I’d be buried balls deep in you right now.”
Moisture flooded between her thighs, and she craved that connection with him.
He groaned. “Hells! I can smell you. I want to taste you so badly.”
She pressed her thighs together to alleviate the pressure.
“It will never be just sex between us, Eddie,” he said.
