Shivering, I embrace him and open my mouth against his, ready for more.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Stellan
The next day, I push the morning’s plan of packing up and leaving for Copenhagen into the evening. I’m a little desperate for more time before I have to be Prince Stellan again.
More time to spend with her, time I can be free. Time I can bemyself.
Margot accepts the news of the extra day with a slow smile. “I agree to it on the condition that we leave this bed. I swear, you take me to these little coastal retreats and we hardly do anything but have sex. Not that I’m complaining about the sex, but…” She wrinkles her nose. “My body is pretty sore from fucking for like twelve hours in a row yesterday.”
I smirk. “I like pushing your boundaries. How else will I know what the limit is?”
She rolls her eyes. “In hindsight, it was about two times less than we fucked yesterday. I should’ve had some more water or something because my arms and legs and abdominal muscles are a hot mess today. And that’s not even talking about how much you…” She pauses, blushing. “Stretched me out.”
I give her a wicked grin. “Good to know. I’ll admit to being pretty sore myself. Maybe next time we should be prepared with bananas and coconut water.”
She scrunches up her face. “Next time? What next time? My excuse for being in your life was officially over at the start of business today.”
My heart starts hammering in my chest. God, I hadn’t even thought of that. Tiny blades of turmoil slide through my gut and slice me to ribbons.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to answer, so I just play it off like her question was no big deal. Even though in reality the thought of not seeing Margot again kills me.
I smile as if nothing happened. “The idea that we’re not going to absolutely ruin each other’s bodies later today is pretty laughable. But… I think there is a restaurant within walking distance. Do you fancy a stroll down the beach?”
She wrinkles her nose at my awkward phrasing. “Sure.”
We get dressed, me in dark jeans and a white t-shirt, her in the short black dress that she wears so often. And then we walk down to the beach.
It’s beautiful and sunny out, though windy enough that the day is pleasant rather than burning. I offer her my hand and she takes it, sliding her small palm against my own. She glances up at me, tucking a wild curl of her pink hair behind her ear. In the wind it’s pointless though.
She sticks her tongue out at me and I laugh. “What is that for?”
She shrugs. “When you get too in your head, you get like… physically locked up. Your muscles are noticeably tighter, you’re just all…”
She playacts jerky, blocky movements.
I shake my head. “Who says I’m in my head?”
She puffs out her cheeks. “You’ve been awkward ever since I said that we might not be able to see each other anymore.”
I stumble in the sand and her eyes widen. “See? You are in your head.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. She’s completely right, but she could at least do me the courtesy of ignoring it like I’m doing.
“So get my mind off of it,” I challenge her. “Tell me a story.”
“No.” She wrinkles her nose. “We spent time on my story yesterday. I want to hear more about you, Stellan. And not the junk that you tell every other newspaper.” Margot pulls my hand to her chest, holding it against her heart. “I want to know more about who you are as a person.”
I make a face. “Like what? You want to hear my favorite bands?”
She shrugs a shoulder. “If that’s what you want me to know, then sure. Who is your favorite band?”
Grinning, I slow our walking pace to a crawl. “The Rolling Stones.”
Her eyebrows rise. “That… is not what I expected you to say.”
“I live to surprise you, Margot,” I tease.
