Page 89 of Barron's Second Chance
"You know, after all this,youmight realize that we're only meant to be friends. We don't know each other that well as adults, so maybe we won't be compatible once we start getting to know each other.
He stared at her for a moment, taking in her wide blue eyes, slightly blushing cheeks, and rosebud mouth. He reached out and ran a finger down the side of her face, memorizing her features repeatedly.
"You're a famous public figure with famous friends, and you vacation in amazing locations. Yet, I know that you FaceTime with Ryan and Sofia every week. I know you regularly fly them and your mom out to wherever you are so they can experience what you do. I know that you support animal and children charities, and I know that you funded the rebuilding of our gym roof. And when my Mom was in a jam, you donated your time willingly and helped promote her programs on your social media, which has seen Mom field sponsors and an increase of inquiries for next year. You also supplied Joshua freakin' Gates as a surprise performer for our little old town fair when you saw how upset my Mom was over it."
He shook his head in amazement and disbelief that she would think that he didn't know what kind of person she was.
"You're still the same kind, funny, thoughtful, and beautiful Eden Jamison I fell in love with as a fourteen-year-old. You've just gotten better. You're so out of my league, but you make me want to be a better person. Youhavemade me a better person. So you can get that thought out of your head that I wouldn't like the person you are now. Because what I do know of you so far, I love."
He watched the light pink blush on her cheeks turn a darker red until it spread down her neck around her breasts. He shifted uncomfortably as his arousal started to make his shorts feel a little tight.
"Barron," Eden breathed. "Okay, first of all, the school gym was supposed to be anonymous," she laughed. "But your words are very sweet, thank you."
"It was anonymous, but I coach the soccer team, so I had my ear to the ground on who funded it," he winked.
"Oh! I didn't know you coached soccer. I knew you had a social soccer team that you founded, but I had no idea you coached the kids, too."
He grinned and bumped her shoulder. "See, we're getting to know each other already," he joked.
Eden laughed along with him, their eyes full of mutual amusement. It wasn't long before their laughter filtered out, and their smiles faded until they were left staring at each other, the air thick with sexual tension.
Slowly he reached out and gently placed a thumb on her lower lip's soft, pink pillowy flesh. He watched as her clear blue eyes dilated and flared, their depths swirling in undisguised desire.
His cock started to twitch and lengthen again as he softly traced the curvature of her lip. Back and forth, back and forth, he stroked.
Her lips parted as she took shallow breaths, her body rigid and unmoving against his ministration. He could feel the soft puff of her breaths as they fluttered against his thumb. Her little pink tongue swiped out to lick her lips and caught the tip of his thumb in the process. He groaned as the slight touch of her wet, warm tongue caused an explosion of hunger that started in his groin and swept through his body.
Without thinking, he slipped his thumb between her lips. Like a heat-seeking missile, it zeroed in on its target until it sunk against her mouth's warm, wet depths. A mouth he'd kissed and licked a hundred times. A mouth that had lovingly worshiped his body - first as a shy, awkward teenager, learning about sex together for the first time - and then as a confident vixen who never failed to bring him to the brink of pleasure before careening him off the edge. He had taken her love for granted as an idiotic boy. But he was a man now. Older and wiser. There was no way on God's green earth he'd ever be stupid enough to let her go - if she took him back, that is.
He felt her tongue slide against the pad of his thumb and a gentle, rhythmic pull.Fuck.She was sucking his thumb.
Her eyes had melted into a narrowed, glazed stare as she swirled her tongue around his digit. He slowly moved it in and out, in and out, mimicking the carnal act he was dying to lay out on her body.
His cock pushed painfully against his briefs, but he resisted reaching down to rub the ache away.
"Fuck, baby," he breathed as he leaned down to place his forehead against hers. Their breaths were harsh as they mingled together, his thumb still plunging between her puffy lips. He moved his head slightly, unable to stop his mouth's descent.
But just as quickly, he felt Eden tense. Her mouth stopped moving, and she moved her head back an inch. It was a subtle gesture, but it was enough for him to know that she wasn't quite ready yet to take it any further.
But, fuck, that display was hotter than any sex act he had ever experienced since Eden. It just further proved his point that they were dynamite together.
"Sorry," Eden moved back, smoothing her hair down before grabbing her memory box. "I got a little carried away."
He could feel her pulling back in embarrassment, so he decided to give her space. "Don't apologize, baby. I started it. As I said, we'll go at your pace."
With her box tucked under her arm, he swallowed down his disappointment that she was leaving already. "What are you up to today?"
He followed her as she started towards the front door. "I have a few meetings today with designers and my agent. Then I'll hang with Josh for a bit."
He nodded slowly. It would've really helped if Josh was an asshole; would make it easier for him to hate the bastard. Instead, Barron strongly suspected that he again played a role in reuniting them.
"You wanna come over for dinner tonight? Even though I've moved out, I still can't resist Mom's lasagna." What he really wanted to ask was if he could lay her out as a buffet, with him the only dinner guest.
Baby steps.
Eden turned to him, chewing on her lip as she considered his invitation before flashing him a genuine smile.
"I'd love to."
