Maybe she hadn’t survived? Maybe this was all an elaborate dream in her own private heaven. That didn’t seem like such a bad thing. In fact, spending the rest of eternity in an emerald jungle and bathing beneath waterfalls with a forest god sounded amazing.
Eden had always dated guys who wore suits and focused on business. She was drawn to their take-charge attitudes and how they could dominate her in bed in the best possible ways. They were all attractive, nice and fit, but none of those relationships had lasted long. The connection she longed for, like the one her parents had, never existed with those men.
But there was something here between her and this quiet man of the wild. He was like an ancient god who could hold the heart of a star in his palms. His face was focused, predatory,
