Page 71 of Bitter Prince

“I have it already.”

“Oh.” I took another spoonful of ice cream and brought it to my mouth, licking it clean. “Then the question should be why didn’t you text me?”

He didn’t bother answering.

“Tell me about your bucket list.” His voice was deep, sending shivers down my spine. “And you’d better stop licking your spoon like that, Reina, or you’ll find yourself in way over your head.”

I shot him an innocent glance. “You mean stop doing this?” I asked, fluttering my eyes as I scooped more ice cream and swiped it off seductively.

He brought his hand up and his long, strong fingers wrapped around my wrist just as I was about to lick the spoon again. My mouth was partly open as we stared at each other, and I leaned forward, darting my tongue out and licking the spoon.

“Rebel,” he said roughly, the hazy, almost reverent look in his eyes setting me aflame. “You are a rebel, not a good girl.”

He lowered my hand, never releasing my wrist, and leaned in. His lips found mine, causing a little whimper to escape. He tasted so good. Like warm vanilla, apples, and citrus. The temptation was too great. I gave his top lip a gentle lick, needing his breath like it was my own.

“I can be a good girl too,” I murmured against his lips.

He nipped my bottom lip, hard, making me yelp softly.

I pulled away to find his eyes burning with a heat I felt between my thighs. “You, cinnamon girl, drive me crazy.” Just a few inches of space between us, yet it felt like different cities. It was unbearable. I needed him closer. “Now tell me your bucket list.”

The man was the definition of determination.

I sighed, leaning back into my chair. “What do I get if I tell you?”

He paused, the only tell of his surprise that was soon replaced by a slow smile. “You want another orgasm,” he said knowingly.

“Well, isn’t that the point of having a boyfriend?” I said, feeling my cheeks burning. “So I don’t have to get myself off?”

I couldn’t believe my brazenness, but from the way Amon’s eyes flared, I couldn’t tell whether it was the right thing to say.

“Tell me your bucket list,” he rasped, his gaze narrowed on me as a restless buzz saturated the air. “And I’ll get you off.”

I smiled, slightly smug. “On a Ferris wheel.” When he blinked, looking confused, I added, “You’ll get me off on a Ferris wheel.”

Another pause. I must have been full of surprises today because it took Amon a few moments to respond.

“On a Ferris wheel,” he agreed with dark amusement.

My heart and soul sang with victory and anticipation. I’d only just amended my list to include having sex, plus a Ferris wheel ride in Paris with Amon. I never dreamed it’d actually happen.

I grinned as I brought another spoonful to my lips, letting it hover there as I said, “That’s on my bucket list,” I admitted. I’d only recently started to take it seriously, but I fully intended to add to it. “Having sex on a Ferris wheel with you.”

He gave his head a subtle shake. “You’re definitely a rebel, cinnamon girl.”

I shrugged. “You only live once.” I let the ice cream melt in my mouth. Once I swallowed, I couldn’t resist asking, “Why do you keep calling me cinnamon girl?”

His mouth curved into a smug grin even as his eyes simmered with heat that threatened to melt me like ice cream on a hot summer day. “You smell like cinnamon.” Then he leaned across the table and whispered, “And I fucking know that you’ll taste like it too.”

I choked on my ice cream and my cheeks flared, the blush spreading to my scalp. Amon must have felt this attraction sizzling between us. I almost hated how much I wanted to have sex with him. It was a throbbing ache, a constant craving. And deep down, I knew it’d never go away.

Because I was so fucking lost in Amon Leone, there was no way out of him. Not for me.

* * *

I mounted his sports bike and held on to him as he kickstarted it.

“Hold on tight,” he said.