Page 115 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

Hence the texting.

A minute later my phone buzzes.

Robert: Len and I are fine with you sleeping over. Have fun with Riley!

Okay, so maybe my communication isn’t the best…

“Come on, Wolfe!” Eli yells. “We’re ordering pizza!”

I tuck my phone away and go in, taking a deep breath. Riley and Eli are in the kitchen. I peek into the living room and dining room, then make my way down to the basement.

Caleb is standing in the middle of the room. His attention is focused on his bed.

“You okay?” I ask.

He turns toward me. His eyes are dark. He lowers the frozen bag from his head and beckons me closer. “You came for me.”

I shift, taking a small step in his direction.

“Margo.”

“Don’t make it a big deal.”

He meets me halfway, his hand sliding around my neck and into my hair.

I melt. Can’t help it. I hold on to his waist and tip my head back. He leans down, and my heart pounds, tremors spreading through me. His lips are millimeters away, and he pauses.

“It is a big deal. Can you just admit that?”

I press my lips together.

He smiles, twisting to the side. He kisses the corner of my mouth.

I’m already winded.

“You care so damn much.”

I shake my head. “Stop.”

“Is it a bad thing?”

Is it? Caring about people gets them taken away.

Caleb’s whole body is flush against mine. I can feel just how much he cares. His lips travel down the side of my jaw, to my throat. I jump at the scrape of his teeth on my skin, the feeling sending tingles through me like runaway firecrackers.

“God,” I moan. “Fine. It is a big deal. I hate your uncle for hitting you. I wish you didn’t get hurt. I—”

I almost just confessed my heart away because he’s kissing me.

Grow up, Margo.

I grab his face and drag it to mine. I capture his lower lip in my teeth, nipping and releasing. He growls deep in the back of his throat, but he lets me have control. I walk him backward until his knees hit the side of the bed.

He lowers himself, and I straddle him, opening his lips and sliding my tongue into his mouth. His hips raise ever so slightly, his erection rubbing against my core.

“I need to feel you,” I whisper. “Is this going to hurt?”

“Fuck, no,” he says.

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