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This is why you didn’t want to bond with a human.
Now that we were blood-bonded, I felt responsible for Eden. She had needs I wasn’t meeting. Couldn’t meet.
I was failing her like I had my mom. Whatever I did, it wasn’t enough.
I wasn’t enough.
I not only didn’t know how to be a father, I didn’t know how to make a woman happy.
When we reached Eden’s suite, I halted in the doorway, the not-enough sensation pressing on my chest. “Good night,” I said, deciding to leave. Having sex with her tonight felt wrong.
Eden paused in the act of unzipping the sunny yellow jacket. “You’re leaving?”
When I said yes, she rolled her upper lip in.
“I’m not fragile, you know.” She tossed the coat on a chair along with her hat and mittens. “I can handle a little hurt. Yeah, I wish things were different, but after I left, I did just fine on my own without you.”
“Were you?” I took a single step inside her suite. She’d picked a bad time to remind me how she’d been living; thinking about it still gave me chills. “You were in that tiny apartment, working too hard. Afraid to go anywhere. You hadn’t even been to an OB-GYN.”
She threw up her hands. “Because I was on the run from your fucking syndicate. And I was doing all right, considering. You know I was. I would’ve kept going if not for the baby and Rio.”
Her chin was at a stubborn angle, her hair tousled, her cheeks rosy from the cold. She’d gone from sad to pissed off. That was better, somehow—and that up-tilted chin challenged me to reach for her and kiss the fight right out of her.
Plus, she was right. If she’d kept running every few weeks, I might not ever have found her. If that Kral soldier hadn’t tipped us off, she might still be missing.
“Actually,” I admitted, “for someone who’s never lived off-island, you did good.”
“There you go! So, stop feeling guilty or responsible or whatever the hell you’re feeling.”
Her words were a nail gun to the heart. Because I was feeling guilty and responsible. I hated that I’d hurt Eden. I wanted to fix this, damn it.
She stalked toward me, determination in every line of her swishing hips. “You don’t really want to leave, do you? Because you’d already be gone.”
Startled, I unfolded my arms as she launched herself at me, catching her against my body.
She gripped my face. “Kiss me,” she demanded. “You wanna make me feel better? Then do it. I’m horny and I want sex.”
I gaped at her, still back there knowing I’d hurt her. That I’d failed her.
She didn’t wait for me to catch up. Raising onto her toes, she fused her mouth to mine in a lush, ice-cream-flavored kiss.
For a couple of seconds, I was too stunned to do anything but kiss her back, my hands empty at my sides. My dick surged to attention, pushing against my zipper, and I started to participate. Eating at her mouth like a starving man. Sliding my fingers into her short hair. Gripping her ass so I could jerk her up against my erection.
Still kissing her, I reversed our positions, closing the door with one hand so I could push her up against it, my thigh against the heat of her pussy through her leggings. My hand moved from her ass to her sweater, pulling it up so I could run my thumb roughly over her nipple.
She gasped into my mouth, rubbing her crotch against me.
I broke the kiss. “That’s it, angel. Take what you need. Get that pussy hot.”
This much I could do for her. If she wanted an orgasm, I’d blow her goddamn mind.
“I am.” Her lungs lifted and fell. “I am.”
“Try harder.” I drew back enough to drag off her sweater. “I want you nice and slippery, I’m going bury my tongue in you so deep, you’ll be crying for me to let you come.”
That made her back arch, a whimper escaping her lips.
“You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you?” I was on my knees, removing her boots, dragging off her leggings and panties. “After you left, did you think of me when you touched yourself? Did you hear me telling you that you were a bad girl and you did it anyway? Maybe you pictured me watching you.”
