‘Why am I the only one naked?’ she asked.
He glanced up, and laughed, the sound husky, but also tortured. She liked that, very much.
‘Fair point,’ he murmured, his voice as rusty as her own.
Pushing off the bed, he stood and unbuttoned a couple of shirt buttons, ripped it from the suit trousers, then seemed to lose patience, and grasped the back to tug the shirt over his head.
She bit into her cheek to stop the gasp of shocked arousal, to control the hum of need. Her gaze coasted over him. His chest was quite simply magnificent. Dark hair decorated bulging pecs, to trail into a thin line through the muscles of his six-pack. His hip flexors stood out in a V, drawing her gaze down. In the dawn light streaming through the windows, she noticed several tattoos, the nicks and cuts and marks of a man who had not always led a charmed life. Her heart pulsed with sympathy, and compassion. How had he got so many scars? How could they seem as much a part of him as the cynicism, the arrogance, the charm?
He shoved his trousers down, taking his underwear with them. And there was no holding back the sob of shock this time.
His penis was long and hard, and fully erect, and much larger than she had expected. Not that she knew much about erect penises. But was that going to fit? And why did the thought of having all that inside her only make the throbbing excitement at her core increase tenfold?
She wanted to try. The clench and release of her muscles already preparing to take all of him.
‘Hey…’ He knelt on the bed and tucked a knuckle under her chin. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘N-nothing…’ she lied, knowing admitting the truth would be bad, now he’d noticed her hesitation.
Embarrassing much, Freya?
‘You sure?’ he asked, the concern shadowing his eyes somehow making the hot throbbing in her sex swell into her throat. ‘Because women usually look happier when they see me naked.’
The mention of the other women he’d slept with sobered her up enough to rediscover her snark. Thank goodness.
Play it cool, Freya, don’t let him see too much.
She shook off his hand and forced what she hoped was a seductive smile to her lips.
‘Hasn’t anyone ever told you, Caras, size doesn’t matter? Even when it comes to your enormous…’ she coughed out a strained laugh and let her gaze stray to his length resting against her thigh ‘…ego.’
He chuckled, the sound almost as raw as she felt.
‘Touche, Your Highness.’ His thumb drifted down from her chin, to caress her collarbone. Before his gaze locked on hers, all teasing gone. ‘I may have to make you pay for that…’
‘Please do,’ she said, not sure where the courage to flirt with this dangerous man had come from, but revelling in her new emboldened self when his eyes darkened.
He spread his hand across her belly, then delved beneath her panties to find the slick folds of her sex. Her breath ramped up as his unerring touch found the perfect spot. Then retreated almost instantly.
She moaned and tried to grasp his wrist. ‘Don’t…’
He only laughed again, but the rough chuckle died as he began to work her needy flesh. She knew he was toying with her, but she didn’t care, because each touch, each stroke, each tantalising caress drew her closer to the edge. Until she was bucking against his hand, desperate to find more. Then he dipped his head and captured her nipple between his teeth. The sharp tug had the sensations in her sex converging, the waves of pleasure rolling through her and bursting free. She moaned, sobbed, riding the endless unstoppable crest when he found the heart of her at last.
He exploited his hold on her pleasure, until the waves ebbed—dropping her back to earth in a shimmering haze of heady bliss.
She let out a shuddering breath.
‘Damn, but you’re beautiful when you come,’ he murmured, his voice thick with yearning.
She opened her eyes, let her gaze drift down to the strident erection. The urge to feel it stretching her, making her his, seemed to come from nowhere, but had her reaching down to clasp him in an eager hand.
He moaned, then captured her wrist.
‘Not so fast, Freya. I won’t last if you touch me now.’ His voice was strained, making her confidence build again, and the desire to take all of him became too much to bear.
‘I want you inside me,’ she whispered, settling her hand on the taut skin of his abdomen, aware of the muscles quivering beneath her palm, the soft brush of him under her fingertips.
He kissed her again. ‘Working on it,’ he said. Then levered off her and walked into the adjoining bathroom, gloriously naked, the erection bobbing boldly, his muscular butt a sight to behold. When he returned seconds later, he had a foil package in his hand. He ripped it open and rolled it on the thick length while she watched, her trepidation almost as exhilarating as the thought of having the desperate yearning inside her finally filled.
