She sent an invisible hand to cup the bulge in his pants.
He groaned, dropping his hands to his chest. “Hurry up, Georgetta.” His darkened eyes found hers, and the sheer heat of his piercing gaze sent a roaring flame to life at her core.
Nodding mutely, she stepped free of herstola.
Isahn’s right hand slid slowly down his torso as he watched her undress. Her heart leapt when he tugged his tunic up to access the waistband of his pants.
She let him get as far as loosening the tie before stepping in. “Ah, no. Shirt first.”
He hit her with a smoldering smile before tearing his tunic off and tossing it at her.
It landed on her head. Stifling a laugh, George inhaled his scent, enjoying his presence. Reluctantly, she peeled his shirt from her face and gazed upon his chiseled form through a haze of lashes. “Good. You may proceed.” Her command held more than a hint of laughter.
Isahn winked and thrust his hips into the air. His linen Domossan trousers and Selwassan-style undergarment were around his ankles and on the floor before she could even blink.
Fisting his cock shamelessly, he watched while she—distractedly—unbound her breasts, slipping the custom straps over her shoulders, and pushing them down her arms. Her actions were hurried as she struggled to catch up to his nudity. Her fingers left a scorching trail on her skin. Good, but not what she wanted.
Focused solely on Isahn, she studied the rippling cords of muscles pulsing in his arm, the sheer size of his arousal as his hand stroked up and down its length, squeezing and twisting each time he reached the tip, the tensed carved muscles of his thighs. Fabric fluttered to the floor as George stood bare before Isahn in the softly flickering lamplight.
His gaze raked over her reverently, lingering deliciously on her nipples, moving down to sear the spot between her thighs. Those deep sapphire eyes flicked up again to find hers. “I love you, Georgetta. And I need you, desperately. Get over here, this instant.”
thirty-four
Isahn gives chase.
Flutteringherdarklashesat Isahn, Georgie stepped toward the bed. He hardly had a moment to appreciate the seductive sway of her hips before she was on him, her breasts demanding all of his attention. He was a more than captive audience.
“Up, now.” He patted the mattress firmly, setting his erection to swaying.
Her eyes flicked to it, flashing with appreciation as her gaze lingered. Then, with a saucy tilt of her head, she stepped away from the bed.
He growled, the animal he was waiting to unleash close to the surface.
“Nuh-uh, uh.” George waggled her finger at him, pure mischief in her eyes. “Why does it feel like you’re trying to boss me around?” She pursed her lips.
The urge to grab her and kiss her plump little lips, both sets, nearly overcame Isahn. But he wouldn’t do that without herpermission. Instead, while his cock throbbed painfully, he said, “Come over here and change that.”
“I don’t think I will. In fact, I think you should come and get me. What do you say to that?” Her voice, husky with desire, wound its way over to Isahn and snaked coyly around his heart.
“You’d better run, sweet thing.”
George squeaked, breasts swaying as she spun toward the door.
Bracing himself on his forearms, Isahn began to sit when a firm, invisible weight crashed down on his chest, forcing him onto the bed. He gasped in surprise, a rush of arousal tearing through him. His princess wanted to play.
Using her powerful magic, she ripped open the door to the sitting room and all but dove through the frame, arse wobbling delightfully as she slipped away.
The weight lifted from his chest. The chase was on.
Isahn leapt up. The second he laid eyes on her, pausing indecisively in the center of the sitting room, he flung out a cord of warm water, the width of his index finger, to trail a line down the cleft of her bottom.
George jumped and made her choice. She sped toward the dining chamber, using her hand to push off the door frame for momentum.
Isahn followed, his magic coursing over her shoulders to swirl over her nipples in an icy caress.
She shrieked as she reached the far end of the room. A design flaw in her apartments, George couldn’t use that door to loop into her bedroom because it led into a palace corridor. She spun to face him, chest rising and falling rapidly—trapped.
“You didn’t think this through, did you, my love?” he teased, a broad smile forcing his eyes into a squint.
