Page 91 of Entangled

I’m pretty sure I black out for a second, because when I come to, Eden’s dropping slow, lingering kisses over my damp face, her hands brushing against my skin soothingly. I wait for the instinct to shove free to kick in, but it doesn’t. Watching her intensely, I let it happen.

Hesitantly, I brush a strand of hair off her face, then let my fingertips trace the curve of her lower lip. It curves further at my touch.

She’s so fucking pretty.

And... mine. Apparently.

What’s a guy like me even meant to do with someone like her?

Her hand trails to my cheek, where she slapped me. “Did I hurt you?”

“One of these days, I’m going to show you how to hit me properly.” I smirk.

It would be good for her anyway. She should know how to protect herself.

“Are you a masochist too?” she asks, tilting her head.

That makes me snort. “No, sugar, I just think fucking has to be the one time where you should be able to run on instinct and get all the shit out that’s been riding you. If you need to take a swing at me for that to happen, then good for you.”

Her fingers pause on my skin. “I don’t want you to hit me. Just to be perfectly clear.”

“You sure about that?” I slap her ass. It jostles her against me, and she yelps, shifting.

When she moves, I slip out of her, and the loss of her warmth makes me scowl.

“Oh.” Eden makes a strangled sound, freezing.

“What?” I look around, but we’re still alone between the trees.

“Um.” Her eyes are wide, and she presses her legs together. “Nothing.”

I inspect her. Her voice is doing that squeaky thing.

I move closer, and she shifts back, then squirms. Her cheeks are flushing a deep pink again. When her thighs clench again, I catch on.

A slow smirk rolls over my face. “Lie back, sugar.”

Her hand presses to her throat. “Oh, no. I think that’s quite all right. Would you have a, um, tissue? Or?—”

I grab her ankles, then yank them toward me, and she falls back onto her elbows. Taking a knee in each hand, I force her legs apart. She resists me for a second, then sighs, and they fall to the side.

Her pretty pussy is a dripping mess, slick and glistening with our cum, and I growl at the sight of it, mesmerized. Leaning over her, I run my fingers through it, mixing us together. I rub it up over her clit, and she must still be sensitive, because she flinches with a gasp. I rub it in, watching her face as she squirms.

“I— Jayk. I don’t have anything to clean up with.”

That makes me want to grin. “Too bad, I guess.”

“Don’t you have anythi?—?”

“Nope.” Probably a dozen cloths, towels, and bandages. “Nothing.”

I lift my glossy fingers and I’m already getting hard again when I bring them to her mouth. She doesn’t even protest as she licks them clean.

But before I can go back for another swipe, she grabs my wrist and pulls me over her again, leaning up for another kiss.

When she pulls back, I stare down at her. “You ended the deal,” I say, wanting answers but not knowing how to ask for them.

She nods, watching me back. “I didn’t want to be with anyone only because I had to. I only want it to happen if it’s real. Because we both want it.”

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