Page 79 of Beneath Your Beautiful

“Martha’s Vineyard,” Zeke said with a grin. “It was all good.” He waggled his brows. “But I feel like I’ve missed a lot…living in the permanent friend-zone.”

Killian spun his globe keychain around his finger. “Hope you’re enjoying your stay.”

“Like I had a choice.”

“There’s always a choice,” Killian said. “You made the right one.”

“Plenty of fish in the sea of Zeke.” Zeke grinned at us, then flipped his skateboard over. “I’m going fishing. Catch you later.”

“Bye Zeke,” I called after him, as he took off down the street, his arm raised in the air.

Killian shook his head. “What the hell is he wearing?”

I burst out laughing. “His fishing outfit. Obviously. You should be nicer to him.”

“That was me being nice. If I wanted to be mean, I would have asked him what the hell he was wearing.”

I eyed Killian’s cargo shorts and gray T-shirt. “His wardrobe has more colors than black, white, gray, and khaki.”

“You want me to wear different colors?”

“No. I like you just as you are.”

Pulling me against him, he cupped my butt in his hand. “I like these little orange shorts and this little blue top. Andallthe colors of your skin.”

I laughed. My shorts were coral, my tank top was navy, and my arms and legs were splattered with paint dots. Killian tugged my lower lip between his teeth and sucked on it. I whimpered and pressed my body against his and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Mm.” I bit his lip and ground my body against his. He backed us up, so he was leaning against the door of his Jeep. “You taste so good. I want to eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” he said, working his kisses down my neck.

“I learned from the best.”

“Wanna hear what I’m going to do to you later?”

“Yes.”

Someone cleared their throat and I turned to look at Ava. “Am I interrupting?”

“Yes,” Killian said, turning me around in his arms so I was standing in front of him, with my back against his chest. Most likely to cover the raging hard-on he was sporting. I pushed my butt into it and laughed when he groaned.

“I don’t know how Eden gets any work done with all her visitors,” Killian complained.

Ava smirked at him. “We don’t distract her as much as you do.”

“I welcomealldistractions.” I wiggled my butt against him again.

“You’re going to pay for this later,” he whispered in my ear.

“I look forward to it.”

Ava clapped her hands together. “Who’s up for some lunch?”

“Killian is up for anything,” I said.

“I bet he is,” she said, arching her brows. “Shake Shack? Burgers, fries, shakes.”

“It’s a salad day,” Killian said, extracting himself from me. He opened the hatch and came out with a bag that no doubt contained Tupperware containers filled with salads. He’d been bringing me lunch every day, which was how I’d learned just how big of a health nut he was. Lean protein, lots of greens, and grains I’d never heard of, all prepared by him in his kitchen.