Page 112 of Bitter Prince

“That was quite a sight to see,” he murmured softly.

My cheeks glazed. “Not the best first impression.”

He cupped my face and brushed my curls away from my face. “I disagree.” I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “Where did you sneak off to that day?”

“A concert,” I admitted. “A country concert.”

Our steps synchronized and Amon whirled me around as if we’d been dancing together for the past hundred years. He led just as expected, and my steps followed while my body tingled from his proximity.

“Maybe that should be on my bucket list,” he teased. “A country concert.”

“That’s a great first item to start with,” I agreed.

“I took the liberty of picking a song for us.” I grinned, excited to see what it was. I loved that he thought about us and that deep down, he was so romantic. He glanced over to the DJ and gave a subtle nod, then the tunes started.

Cinnamon in my teeth…

“Lana Del Rey,” I murmured.

His mouth skimmed over my forehead. “Cinnamon Girl. It must have been meant for you. For us.”

The guests were busy dancing, getting drunk, murmuring and throwing curious glances our way, but none of them mattered.

I flashed him a mischievous smile, meeting his gaze. “You know, you keep raising the bar for yourself. At this rate, what will you do in ten years? Shut down a town so we can stroll through a romantic city?”

He smiled, his dark eyes raking over my face. The way he watched me hungrily, like he wanted to devour me. “That’s not a bad idea.”

I pressed my palm against his cheek. “I’m going to have to come up with some romantic ideas to sweep you off your feet too.”

“Too late for that,” I thought I heard him mutter, but the song ended and I unwound my body from his.

“You have to give me some of your bucket list items,” I demanded sternly, but my smile ruined it. “You’re making all my wishes come true. I want to make yours come true too.”

His hand cupped the side of my throat, fingers gripping the back of my neck, and his thumb rubbing against my erratic pulse. “You already have, cinnamon girl.” He brought his lips closer, brushing them against mine. “I love the way you watch me.”

“Ditto,” I breathed.

I was just about to ask him to take me to our room, to tell him I was done waiting, when the captain came up behind me. “Sir, you have a phone call.”

Amon’s expression flickered with annoyance. “It’s a birthday party.”

Knowing how Papà randomly got calls that interrupted dinners and many other occasions, I shoved my shoulder gently into him. “It’s not his fault,” I said softly. “Go take care of that and I’ll go check on the girls.”

“That’s what worries me,” he said, flicking his chin in their direction on the other side of the deck. “They’ve been drinking like alcohol’s going out of style.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t be drinking. I intend to remember every single moment of this dayandnight.”

His eyes flared with heat. The night was giving me more confidence than it should. Or maybe it was just this man and the way my body responded to him.

All I knew was that I was done waiting.

“Go take care of your business,” I encouraged. “Then come back to me.”

He bent his head, pressing his lips on my nose. “I won’t be long.”

I nodded, watching him weave through the crowd and disappear below deck.

“Gosh, the way you and Amon stare at each other makes me want to…” Raven mimicked a puking sound, along with a dramatic sigh and roll of her eyes.