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“Don’t treat me like I’m damaged,” I told him, my voice sharp. At his startled look, I softened my tone and cradled his cheeks in my hands. “I’m tired of being a kidnap victim. I just want to be a woman. I want my husband to hold my hips and drive into me from behind without worrying that I’ll have a panic attack. I’m not afraid of you, Dane.”

He studied my face for a long moment, a muscle twitching in his jaw, and then he pressed a kiss on my forehead, my nose, my mouth, before pulling slowly out of me. “Turn over, Eden. Get on your knees and drop to your elbows.”

I almost broke my damn neck turning over and assuming the position. Dane growled, a feral sound that reinvigorated the throb between my legs.

“You have no idea how goddamn sexy you look, baby girl,” he said, gripping my hips with both hands as he notched the head of his cock against my pussy. Then he took me with a brutal thrust that almost knocked me over. Bracing myself on my forearms, I accepted the onslaught of his ferocious fucking. He was definitely not holding back now.

His big cock tunneled into me over and over, and he slid one hand up my spine and gripped the back of my hair. “Yes!” I cried out, pushing back against him as he rode my ass with loud slaps of his hips against my bottom.

“Mine,” he grunted. “All fucking mine.” Dane was a beast, primal and wild, and my mouth dropped open, trying to deal with all of him. He’d never been this deep inside me, this rough and uninhibited.

“That feels so good,” I moaned. The scent of hard sex mixed with sweat in the humid air, and my fingernails clawed against the wood beneath me.

“You’re so beautiful and strong, Wildcat. You may have cracks, but you’re not broken.” He leaned over my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder and sucking hard enough to mark me. “I want to break you, though. I want to tie you to the bed and break you into a million pieces.”

His lips moved up the side of my neck until his voice was right in my ear as he continued to fuck me like an animal. “And then I want to glue you back together with my kisses, Eden. I’ll be your maker, and you’ll belong only to me.”

Dear god. This man…

“I’m already yours,” I panted, tilting my face for a kiss. His tongue dominated mine, and I felt his dick swell inside me, the telltale sign that he was about to come.

“Eden, I’m right on the edge. Can’t hold back anymore.” Reaching between my legs, he massaged my clit with two fingers, applying the perfect amount of pressure.

And he took me over the edge with him.

Chapter 32

NINETEENMONTHSINHIDING

Well, I fucked that up.

It had been three months since that night Eden asked if I loved her, and I still cringed when I remembered that I hadn’t said the words she needed to hear. All the other things I told her had flowed from my lips like a waterfall, and I’d meant every syllable, but the L-word had eluded me.

I knew I loved Eden with every fiber of my being, so why the hell wasn’t I able to say the words? Maybe because I had never said them to a woman before, other than my mother, and that had been years ago. Had I ever even said it to my sister? Not that I could recall.

I love you.

It was a simple enough statement… only three words, eight letters. But they held so much meaning.Man the fuck up, Osbourne. Tell your wife how you really feel.

That was the plan. I was going to tell her tonight. Come hell or high water, those eight letters were going to come out of my mouth, into her ears, and hopefully, straight to her heart.

It was October, and turtle mating season was over, though Eden spent a few days a week at the Turtle Hospital on top of the eighteen-hour class load she was taking. In honor of the end of the season, I’d told her I was taking her on a little weekend getaway to Miami.

After an excellent dinner of Cuban food, we found ourselves in a steamy nightclub with bodies all around us on the wood dance floor. Despite all the other people, I only had eyes for my wife. She was so fucking beautiful in a sparkly pink dress and silver heels that gave her a good five inches of height. The rhinestone nose ring in her right nostril matched the dress.

She was brilliant and vibrant, standing out like a beacon in the crowd—at least in my eyes—as she threw her hands over her head and shimmied her body to the pulsing beat. I, of course, was doing thedude dance, which consisted of minimal arm movements and only a slight sway of my hips as my feet moved side to side. I wasn’t a big fan of dancing, but I was a huge fan of watching my wife dance, so here we were.

I was half-chubbing in my pants from watching her. The circle skirt flowed around her thighs when she spun in a circle, showing off the thin criss-crosses across her otherwise bare back.

I love you.The thought played like a broken record in my head, repeating itself every single time I looked at her. I was a fucking goner for her.

Another song came on, this one slower, and Eden’s eyes lit up. “I loooove OneRepublic,” she managed to coo and yell at the same time, tossing her arms around my neck. She was a little tipsy, definitely not sloppy drunk, just enough to enjoy herself.

The sweet lyrics of “Stop and Stare” came on, and I roped my arms around Eden’s waist, moving my hips a little more now that she was plastered to my body. My half-chub hardened to a steel pipe against her swaying body, and her brown eyes flashed with pure wickedness when she noticed.

“Can we go back to the hotel after this song?” she asked, her lips a hairsbreadth from mine.

“That would probably be best unless you want to get fucked on this dance floor.”

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