Page 81 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

“You came looking for me. Was it really for the music, or was it that craving all five of us have.”

“It was for the music,” I say, unsure anymore.

“Fine.” She says, almost accepting that answer, and it confuses the hell out of me.

“What?” I stare at her wide-eyed at her apparent concurrence.

“We should get going. Storm’s therapy ends soon.” She turns and walks off, and I’m left standing and staring at her back.

What the bloody fuck, just happened?

“Hey!” I say quickly, catching up, and she stops and waits for me to say something.

“Is that it?” she flickers her eyes at me, and I can’t get a reading on her stone-cold poker face. “That’s how you want to leave it. You got your closure. Now we can move on, and you can use me to make the music you want.”

“No. That’s not what I meant,” I’m fucking confused and angry because while I can’t trace an ounce of bullshite on her, she’s twisting my words.

“Fuck you, Eden. You’re manipulating this situation.”

“No, I’m not. You are,” she asserts. “You admitted you have feelings for me and then said you didn’t come and find me for them but for music. Your brain is manipulating your heart so much that you’re contradicting yourself. I’m just going along to help you make a—”

Her words quickly die on my lips as I take her right here in the middle of this park’s path.

“Is this your way of saying—” she mumbles into my mouth.

“Just shut the fuck up,” I mumble straight back and wrap my hand behind her head, locking her onto my lips. Pulling her tight towards me, I hold her head firmly where I can control it so she can’t pull back.

But there isn’t any resistance from her.

There isn’t anything tender and intimate about this kiss. I kiss her hotly and hungrily, practically demanding, and she seems more than happy to let me lead. Forcing my tongue through her lips, she greets me with the tip of hers. My tongue tangles with hers in an illicit, erotic kiss, and I give it my all. My hand loosens as it falls to the nape of her neck, my fingers grip her hair in a fist, and I tilt her head back. Her back arches, and she grabs onto the front of my tee, gripping the fabric to bring her body up on me.

She nips my bottom lip, making me growl and yanking her closer. I feel her melt into me as my kiss deepens and lengthens. Pullingaway before this gets seriously more heated, I leave our lips just barely separated.

“I don’t know what this is,” I declare, “but I reckon you have a good idea how I feel about you. I don’t want to put a label on it right now.”

She bites her lip and stares up at me through her lashes. Our eyes meet, and an unspoken connection crackles between us.

Fuckin’ell, she’ll have me around her finger soon enough.

“I don’t like labels,” she breaths out, and I don’t know why her response makes my knob twitch. Maybe it’s the curve of her lips that seems to hold a magnetic allure, inviting fantasies that dance on the edge of my consciousness.

“I need to fuck you.”

“Not in a dog park,” she curses. “I have my limits, Jagger.”

The severe look on her face throws me off, and I get caught up in a playful laugh as the world fades away, leaving the two of us in our own private haven.

“When you put it like that, it sounds ridiculously hot.” With my arms still around her, my fingers lightly trace the nape of her neck.

“That sounds disturbing in so many ways,” she crunches up her nose. “I’m a huge fan of inappropriate behavior, but there are some things I just won’t do.”

“I’d love to test your limits, Eddie,” my voice is low, and our eyes lock again. The unspoken connection between us is a silent declaration of desires that pulse at our cores.

Chapter 21

As soon as wewalk through the threshold of the house, I let Storm off his leash, and he trots inside, where we hear the murmur of male voices in the kitchen area and the smell of food cooking. Eden turns to follow her dog, except I yank her arm back, and she crashes against my body.

The look on her face has more intrigue than shock, and with a subtle shift of weight and a swift, fluid motion, I effortlessly scoop her up into my arms. She submits to my hold as my arms form a secure cocoon around her, and her arms instinctively find a place around my neck.

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