“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 f**king mechanic and find out what’s wrong with my f**king car. I can’t sleep in on a f**king 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, Cariña, 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.