She’s watching me as I bring us to the bedroom. Her gaze burns and chills every patch of skin her eyes touch. It’s the most unusual sensation and something I’ve never come close to experiencing before. I’m so fucking connected to this girl, I swear I can feel her feelings.

The next two days are ours to discover with each other. I don’t plan on us leaving the property or going anywhere—I have plenty of food as always, and all I can think about is planning all the ways I’m going to make her moan. Her pleasure is my obsession, and my hard-on at dinner made it damn near impossible to think of anything other than getting her naked, under my tongue, and in this bedroom for the next twelve hours or more.

Inside, I sit her down on the bed, cup her cheeks in my hands, and stare at those wide gray eyes and strawberry-pink lips for a long moment.

“Do you get that I want you, Wren?”

Her eyes light up, and a little giggle escapes her lips. “I’m pretty sure I get that. Yes.” She grins, looking down at the visible erection tenting my jeans, and I can’t resist smiling back.

“Yeah, that’s part of it. But I want all of you. I want your hopes, your dreams, your problems, itches, and irritations… I want it all. I want you. That means all of you. Sure, your pussy could topple kingdoms, and that fucking delicious body of yours is part of that, I won’t deny. But it’s not the whole of who you are. Of what I want. It’s just a part.”

She bites into her bottom lip as I bring my face down to hers and kiss her. My tongue claims her in that kiss, leaving us both breathing hard.

When I break away, I crouch down between her legs at the side of the bed.

“You wet for me?”

My hands reach up to unbutton her shirt, and she doesn’t move to stop me.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve been wet for you every day since you caught me falling off that ladder, Flint Rendell.”