Page 86 of Wild Tangled Hearts

“My command?” He asks, raising a brow.

“The one to be good. Cause…” I lean up and nip at his bottom lip. “I’m having some naughty thoughts right now.”

A mix between a chuckle and a groan escapes his lips. “Really? Because I’m having some pretty wicked thoughts myself.” He scoops me up in his arms swiftly, and I let out a startled laugh. “I guess you have a choice to make.”

“Yes,” I moan, twisting in his arms to find his mouth. “Yes, and yes.”

“You didn’t even hear the choices,” he says against my lips, moving me so I sit on the kitchen island, my legs straddling his waist.

“Just yes,” I say again, pulling at his t-shirt until he helps me remove it.

“If you don’t answer me now, there’ll only be option A, me fucking you right here because I don’t think I’ll last if you keep moving your hips against me like that.”

“What’s option B?” I ask, panting, as he pulls my shirt over my head, and his calloused hands brush against my sensitive skin, sending shivers throughout my whole body.

“Bedroom,” he groans, his control faltering. “And I take my time.”

My brain isn’t firing right because, greedily, I want both options.

“Choose,” he demands, growling. “Now, Bella.”

Reader’s Choice:

What should Bella do next?

Keep the heat turned up, and have sex in the kitchen. Turn to this page.

Take Damien to the bedroom and make love to him, slow and sweet. Turn to this page.

Chapter38

Damien

OPTION B

“Option B,” I whimper against his mouth, unable to control the tremble of desire that races through me.

I feel him smile against my mouth, slowing his kiss. His tongue sweeps across my bottom lip before he pulls back slightly.

He gives a cocky smirk, then scoops me in his arms, carrying me to his room. “Your wish is my command, princess.”

I chuckle. “I thought you said you weren’t my Prince Charming.”

He grins down at me as he places me on his bed. “Tonight, I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Bella.”

“Well, you’ve already mastered the bad boy biker vibe,” I say, running my palms over his abs and pushing his t-shirt until he helps me remove it. “That’s the only fantasy I need.”

“It’s no fantasy, Bella.” He holds my gaze. “It’s real.We’rereal.”

I swallow over the lump in my throat, wanting to believe him. And maybe it’s true, but even as he says the words, I see the conflict in his gaze.

There’s always a part of himself he keeps hidden, a part that looks ready to run away from whatever we are.

Don’t think about it. Not now.

Pushing the doubt away, I pull my shirt off and toss it aside.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he says, his gaze roaming down my body, one hand unfastening the button of my jeans. He lowers his mouth to one breast, undoing my bra, and takes my nipple between his lips and sucks it, twirling his tongue around the bud.

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