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“Would you like to sit and talk through … everything?” he asked, gesturing to a small love seat in the corner.
They could get cozy and chat and kiss. “Oh my, Mr. Crown Prince, what little discernment you have,” she teased, relieved to talk more openly and to realize she did trust him and believed that he hadn’t spit on true love.
His brow furrowed as if he wasn’t sure how to reply to that. “All the better to … misunderstand you with, my dear.”
Jennifer smiled and placed her palms on his chest. She could feel his heart racing out of control, and her smile broadened. This was her Big Bad Wolf. Hers alone. His heart raced for her. He declared fervently that he was hers and hers alone. She loved him.
“We are finally alone,” she said softly. “No one will interrupt us until at least six a.m. for the hike, and you owe me six failed kisses as far as I can count. There will be no talking until you remedy those failures.”
“Failed?” He looked put-out. “Interrupted, my dear. I have never failed at anything, and I especially won’t fail at kissing you very, very thoroughly.”
“Oh my, Mr. Crown Prince, what lovely intentions you have.”
He grinned and pulled her flush to him. “I have unimaginable and fabulous plans for you, Little Red Riding Hood.”
“Do these plans include kissing me for a scandalously long time?”
“Yes, my dear.”
“You really are the Big Bad Wolf.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
“I may be big, but I’m not bad, not at kissing my true love. I am in fact very, very good.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
Tristan let out a throaty growl befitting a wolf and not a crown prince at all. Then he bent close and captured her lips with his.
The kiss was everything she’d remembered about her Big Bad Wolf. His lips were still as persuasive and captivating, he still tasted of mint and happiness, and he still loved her. She swore she could feel it in their kiss.
This kiss, unlike their previous ones, also had a reconnection, a depth, a healing from their shared pain, and a longing born of so many dreary nights spent apart. They were finally together again. Jennifer would make the most of it. She was in her version of heaven. Tristan’s arms held her close to him while his lips tenderly manipulated hers. So much time lost and so much to make up for.
The kisses intensified and her legs threatened to give out. She was weak with love and yearning for Tristan, the only man who could capture and love her completely.
As if sensing how overcome she was, Tristan swept her off her feet and against his strong chest. She was safe and protected and loved.
“Oh my, what strong arms you have,” she whispered against his lips.
“All the better to carry, protect, and love you with, my dear.”
She kissed him ardently. He sank into the loveseat, returning her kisses as he cradled her on his lap and against his chest.
“Do you?” She framed his face with her hands. She loved him, all of him, and had to hear the words. To undisputedly know he still loved her back.
“Do I …?” He kissed her lips, her cheek, her jawline, her neck. Every kiss made her quiver and filled her with love and desire for him. He paused to glance up at her, waiting for her answer.
“Still love me?” she squeaked out. Why was she still uncertain? This was Tristan. Her love. Her Big Bad Wolf. Her crown prince. But they’d been apart for eight months. She’d jealously watched as he’d been engaged to the incredible Macey and then dated a lot of beautiful and accomplished women during that time. She’d left him with no explanation and apparently no way to contact her. Could he really let her drop back into his life, throw all kinds of danger at him and his family, and still love her as he had? Deeply committed to their true love story?
“Ah, Jenn …” He cradled her cheeks with his large palms. “I don’t just love you.”
Her heart raced and cold chills swept over her. Her entire body sagged with disappointment.
“I like you …” He kissed her forehead, then pulled back to meet her gaze. “I belong with you …” He softly kissed one cheek, then grazed his lips over hers in a motion that left her breathless and wanting more. “I adore you …”
Jennifer’s heart raced for a completely different reason than fear that he didn’t love her. He did. He adored her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely. “Ah, Tristan … what beautiful lines you have.”
“All the better to woo you with, my dear.” He kissed her intensely, deepening the kiss and making her body and heart soar with love for him. He pulled back sooner than she would’ve liked and stared deeply into her eyes as the night settled around them. “Jenn … those are no lines. It’s the truth. You’ve always captured me completely and are the only woman for me. I love you now and always, no matter what.”
Jennifer let out a happy cry and kissed him again.
