Page 78 of Trapped With You

You will be. Before the night is over. —Princepin

Promise, querido? —Princess

My little opportunist. She never missed a chance to seek her pleasure.

Promise. Now come out. Please. —Princepin

Starved for the sight of her, my eyes devoured Ella’s silhouette as she darted out of the gardens and headed towards me. She was stunning as ever, her long hair billowing wildly in the wind like a black flag.

A smile broke across my lips as she threw herself at me, knowing I’d catch her without fail.

Immediately, I was slammed with her mouth-watering scent. Jasmines. Orange blossoms. An unrivalled tonic that triggered a sense of aliveness through my being.

I spun her around just to hear that sweet laugh ringing in my ears. It was my favourite melody in the world. After the sound of her heartbeat.

Placing her back on her feet, I stole a kiss when Ella jerked off my helmet.

“Hi,querido.”

“Hi, pretty girl.” I grabbed her jaw with one hand, squeezedher cheeks until her lips puckered, and planted aggressive kisses packed with zeal all over her mouth.

It made my girl giggle in the cutest manner.

She was irresistible. I always thought of kissing Ella. And when I was kissing her, I was thinking about when I could kiss her next. I was just that obsessed with her.

“Long time no see,” she teased.

I arched a brow, running my thumb over her glossy lips. We saw each other this morning for brunch before I left to go help Uncle Vance and Josh with new shipments at the art gallery. But if I could have it my way, I’d stay glued to Ella’s side forever. “Right? How dare you disappear from my sight for longer than a minute?”

“Needy boy,” she tutted, wrapping her arms around my neck. “We were only apart for a few hours.”

“Which translates to eternity in my book, sweetheart.” Grabbing the back of her thighs, I lifted her onto my motorcycle. “So now I’m kidnapping you and taking you to my secret lair.”

“Mm. Kinky.” Ella automatically locked her feet around my waist and drew me into her body. “What are we going to do in this secret lair of yours?”

I nipped her bottom lip and whispered, “Bad, bad things, baby.”

The wicked gleam in her eyes matched mine. Crazy, just like me, and down for anything.

Including tonight’s carnage.

She was dressed in all black to impress—orkill, more accurately. A cropped leather jacket and knit bralette adorned her chest. Her ass and shapely thighs were barely contained in her high-waisted miniskirt. And stiletto high heels gave her enough height to reach my chin. I was salivating like one of Pavlov’s dogs.

Before I could make us late to our destination by suggesting aquick romp on my motorcycle, Ella dragged her fingers down my cheek. “Are you hungry? I brought you a cookie.”

Grinning wolfishly, I tightened my hold on her waist. “Oh, baby. I’m always down to eatyourcookie.”

She wheezed out a laugh, batting my chest playfully. “No, you horny devil. I actually baked some sugar cookies.” Reaching into her small crossbody purse, she pulled out a Ziploc bag with a giant, blue frosting cookie. “I was worried you didn’t have enough time to eat.”

I was overcome by gratitude.

Three years ago, when Ella found out I’d been malnourished in the past, she took it upon herself to pack extra snacks in her bags. I no longer suffered from hunger since living with the Remingtons, but it was adorable how she made sure I was constantly fed throughout the day.

And I had a sweet tooth that she catered to so well.

Best. Girlfriend. Ever.

Ella handed me the cookie and I broke it in two, offering her a piece. She shook her head and touched my cheek again. “I already had one. You eat.”