no longer need him or KGI, and he wasn’t looking forward to the end of what they were sharing.
Eden stirred softly beside him, and he forwent his thoughts and turned to face her. She smiled sleepily up at him.
“Good morning,” she said sweetly.
“Morning, honey. How do you feel this morning?”
Her cheeks pinkened as color rose up her neck and into her face.
“I’m fine, I think. I haven’t really moved around much, but you took such good care of me last night I can’t imagine that I’ll suffer any discomfort today.”
“As much as I’d love to stay in bed with you all morning, unfortunately we’ve got to get up and get moving if we’re going to be on time for your shoot.”
She grimaced, showing the same regret he felt.
“At least we have lunch together to go shopping,” she said brightly.
Though it wasn’t something he was looking forward to, being pushed into some posh, stuffy tux that he was not accustomed to wearing, the thought of getting to spend time—any time—with her quickly dissolved his misgivings over having to gussy himself up.
“It’s a date,” he said, kissing her lips. “Now why don’t you hit the bathroom and do your thing. I’ll use the other bathroom and take a quick shower and then we can hit the road. I’ll call the others and make sure they’re set and ready to go and have the cars ready and waiting in the back.”
She sighed but pushed aside the bedcovers, baring her nude body to him. His dick hardened to the point of pain, but he kept a sheet over it until she disappeared into the bathroom. He was going to have to take care of the matter of his erection in the shower because there was no way in hell he could endure this kind of pain all damn morning. And for the most part, other than the very few women he’d had sex with, his hand had been the only regular release for his dick. Just imagining Eden and remembering their lovemaking the night before would finish him off in a minute flat as soon as he hit the shower.
Twenty minutes later and feeling only slight relief in his aching balls, he went in search of her to find her collecting up clothing and a host of other feminine stuff of whose uses he had no idea.
“Ready?” Eden asked, a broad smile curving her pretty features.
“Yep. No workout today, huh?”
She grimaced. “I try to do it every other day. I probably should do a daily regimen, and for a while I did when David and Micah took over my workouts. We worked out, ran and worked on self-defense. But after I got into better shape and more toned and lean, we cut back to three days a week. Sometimes more if I just need to work out my frustrations, but who wants to put themselves through that kind of torture every day?”
Swanny laughed. “Hate to say this, honey, but you’re talking to a man who has a very strict training and workout schedule. When I’m not on a mission, that is.”
“Of course,” Eden grumbled. “People just aren’t naturally blessed with the kind of body you have.”
God, but he loved the way she didn’t even seem to notice the extreme scarring and seemed to really like his body. The entire package. No one had ever made him feel this comfortable. Even with the Kellys and their family he was still reserved, and most of the time he averted the scarred side of his face even though he knew his scars didn’t matter to them.
“I could say the same for you, the world’s most beautiful woman,” he said dryly. “And you’re all natural. No enhancements. Your kind of beauty just doesn’t happen to most women.”
“No, I don’t have enhancements, though I’ve had a few complaints that my breasts are too big,” she said in a shy voice.
“What the fuck?”
Swanny stared at her in utter bewilderment. Too big? They were fucking perfect. Plump, perfectly rounded with nipples that were a delectable shade of pink. And they filled the palms of his hands perfectly, as if she were made especially for him.
She flushed again. “Most top models are tall, very slender with not much cleavage. I have the tall and slender part down, but it’s not like I could do a lot about my breast size and I refused to have a reduction.”
Swanny looked at her in horror. “Breast reduction?” he croaked. “Who the hell suggested that to