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you.”
“How would you know?” She knows I’m right, but stubbornness is written all over her face.
An exasperated sigh escapes my lips. “I just do. Now will you shut it, so we can get going?”
Anger sweeps across her face and she jumps up from the couch, ready to stalk away. But I’m too quick for her. I grab her around the waist and pull her down onto my lap. Her expression turns defiant and she struggles to get back up. She’s beautiful when she’s angry and all the wiggling brings my dick to life. The moment she feels it, she stills. I lean down to her ear and whisper, “We’ll talk about that later, too.” I place a soft kiss on her neck and just stop myself from tracing the shell of her ear with my tongue. I feel the raw possession clawing at me. All I can think is— mine.
ADEN’S BREATH ON MY neck has my heart racing. I want to sink into his embrace and run like a bat-out-of-hell at the same time. I settle for moving away from temptation. “Don’t tell me to ‘shut it,’ Aden.” I shoot for venom in my voice and instead get mildly annoyed. Ugh! I hate what he does to me. “I’m not going to leave; you can let me up now.” His arms tighten around me and he places another sweet kiss just below my ear. He buries his nose in my hair and breathes deep.
“I like you right here, babe.” I just suppress the shiver. His voice is smooth and washes over me, causing heat to rise and the wetness to gather between my thighs. I pull away and he lets me go this time. I move to the other end of the couch and once I’m away from him, my mind clears of the lust-induced fog I’m always in around him. My brain leaps back into our conversation and I can feel the weight of all the information pushing on my shoulders and causing a tension headache to surface.
The oddest part about this all is that, after I calm down, I admit to myself that I already believe him. Somewhere in my heart, beyond the knowledge that he would never lie to me, I recognize that he is telling me the truth. The electric feeling I noticed earlier is probably the result of the magic that is now free of its restraints. I just don’t want to believe him, so I’m being stubborn. You’re punishing him and you know it. Okay, it’s possible that I’m being overly difficult because I’m still pissed at him for ditching me the last two years.
It doesn’t help that I’m completely confused by his attitude. It’s like he wants to pick up where we left off and move forward. He’s obviously still attracted to me, but I’m wary of his motives. Still, I feel a spark of hope that I can’t tamp down. But, I don’t have time to examine that right now.
“Exactly what is it that I’m supposed to be doing now?” I can see the restlessness in him and I decide he’s told me enough for now. I have endless questions, but there is urgency in his eyes and tone. It irritates the hell out of me, but I trust him implicitly and if I’m in danger, I don’t want it to threaten my mom.
“We’ll go to Rien. You’ll begin training. I’ll teach you how to protect yourself and others by using your magic properly, as well as physical training.” That stops me short and my lips turn up in a wicked smile. “Are you telling me that eventually, I’ll be able to kick your ass?”
Aden rolls his eyes, “You can certainly try, baby.” Warmth floods through me at the endearment. Damn it! I give him a sour look.
He gives me a roguish grin, “I’ll certainly enjoy rolling around with you, on the ground, after I take you down.” Oh for shit’s sake, does he have to keep saying things like that? Move on, Shaylee, back to what’s important.
I look around my home, the place I grew up, the place that holds all of my memories with my dad. And, what about my mom? I feel sadness at the thought of leaving the life I know, the people and places that I love. Aden reaches for my hand, as he did earlier, and this time, I don’t fight him. He knows me well and
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