“I haven’t shaved yet,” he said ruefully, turning his face to press his lips into her hand.
“I’m glad,” she said, “I like the feeling of it.” She wasn’t exaggerating. It set something tingling within her. But then again, everything about this man made her tingle.
He’d rested one knee on the mattress beside her and leaned a hand on either side of her shoulders, dipping down to brush his bristled cheek against her own. “And do you like the feeling of it here?” he asked teasingly.
“Oh yes,” she replied, grinning as she stroked the muscled lines of his shoulders and biceps. “That’s lovely there.”
“How about here?” he asked, dropping lower, brushing beneath her chin.
The feeling raised a flurry of gooseflesh down her chest. Her grin turned into a giggle. “Yeah, that’s pretty good, too.”
“And here?” he asked again, his voice slightly muffled as he buried his mouth into the curve where her neck met her shoulder. Angelique swallowed hard and gave a little shiver. His fingers had strayed to the belt of her robe, deftly untying it.
“Oh. Yes, I think I also like that.” Her voice was growing hoarse. He shifted a little to straddle her, his eyes glittering as he looked down at her. He’d tugged apart the lapels of her robe and exposed her breasts to his heated gaze. Moving further down her body, he rasped his prickly cheek along the fine skin of her bared torso, making her squirm.
“Here too?” He buried his face between the flesh of her breasts, large hands hefting and cupping their weight as he turned his head and nuzzled each nipple in turn.
Angelique’s breath had quickened, and she arched her back up to meet his hot mouth. Dmitri flicked the tip of his tongue over a puckered peak and then lightly rasped his teeth over the skin. “Here?” he repeated more insistently, his teeth applying a little more pressure.
“Yes!” she gasped out. “Yes…yes, there too!” She lowered a hand to tangle her fingers into his silky hair, pressing his face closer to her burning skin. When he chuckled against her, the sound was warm and rippled deep into her belly.
He was always so very tender with her, so carefully gentle. Yet, every once in a while, he’d nip a little harder, thrust a little deeper, and the memories would come flooding back…memories of another. Someone who’d take her and pound into her like a man possessed. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind now, focusing on the feelings Dmitri was creating with his lips and his mouth as he sank lower still.
“What about this place?” he said, looking up at her, then impishly dipped his tongue into her navel. She bit out a little shriek of laughter mixed with pleasure, shaking her head. “You don’t like that?” His face was a mask of mock disappointment.“Maybe you think there are better places I should be burying my tongue?” He’d wedged himself between her thighs and she ruffled his hair slightly, licking her dry lips.
“You’re incorrigible,” she said lightly. “You know they’ll be waiting for us downstairs soon.” She made as if to sit up, but his expression grew serious.
“Let them wait,” he whispered, and then he was pushing her back against the bed and curling strong hands around her thighs, spreading them wider as he dipped his head low. When his mouth closed over her neatly waxed pussy, her back bowed. The pressure of his fingers on her flesh was almost enough to leave marks, and somehow those memories were rushing back again.
Prince! Don’t think about Prince…Angelique’s mind reeled. And then Dmitri had taken the hot nub of her clit into his mouth, sucking deeply, mercilessly as she twisted and writhed against him. When he roughly shoved two fingers into her welcoming heat, and then a third, stretching her flesh almost painfully, Angelique felt herself shatter. She raked sharp nails down Dmitri’s arms as pleasure crashed through her.
Goddamn you, Prince Walker, you’ve ruined me!
Chapter 13
Prince Walker
Ishot a look at the woman across the table from me and felt a sense of smug satisfaction. The thick scarlet waves had been tamed and pinned up from her face, her smooth creamy shoulders bare in rose-gold Versace. I’d clasped a matching choker around her throat earlier and it glowed against her skin. She was magnificent. All eyes were on her, and for good reason.
In the fortnight she’d been with me, Sasha Ramirez had come into her own.
A rare, radiant beauty. And she was all mine. Even now, I watched as she snuck a look at me and shifted in her seat. Before we’d left for the restaurant, I’d brought her to the brink of orgasm half a dozen times, then left her wanting. She was sitting without underwear on – when I sat back, I could catch a whiff of her musk from the inside pocket of my suit jacket where I’d shoved her panties earlier.
She licked her lips, then reached for a glass of water, and I watched her throat move as she swallowed. Exquisite. Almost as lovely as the lips I’d taunted earlier. It was hard to believe I still hadn’t buried myself between those slick folds. But in a way, this was almost better. I’d never been one for self-restraint, but I was finding that I enjoyed it. It kept me sharp, a fact that Andy appreciated too. Our plans were now well underway, and it would only be a matter of time before we could hit the market. Then my fucking father could take his money and shove it up his ass.
Sure, it wasn’t great that I had creditors breathing down my neck. News was spreading fast that the great Prince Walker wasn’t as “liquid” as before. I brushed that off. We were still on all the best guest lists, and Sasha had quietly been making waves. Although we’d only been out once or twice – just enough to get the tabloids to sit up and take notice.
It would all be over soon enough. Until then, I’d play my father’s fucking game. It was never wise to burn bridges before things were set in stone. Andy might be certain our Swiss deal was in the bag, but then he’d been certain of the Chinese gig too, and that had turned into a shit show.
“So…um…your sister?” Sasha was saying, and I turned my attention back to her. I’d been telling her about my childhood.Unbelievable.I’d never spoken of such things to any woman.
“Bella,” I said, and smiled. The thought of my kid sister made my heart swell a little. And with it came a twinge of pain.
“And you don’t see her much?” Sasha murmured, running an elegantly manicured fingertip around the rim of her wineglass. Yes, she’d come a long way since that first night I’d seen her in her used designer frock in that nightclub.
I shook my head, feeling remorse. “Bella left straight after school. Moved to Europe. Met a guy. I have a couple of nephews now, I think.” I’d never met them. My fucking father and his interfering ways…he’d driven her away. Too much fire in her – they’d been tinder and flame. Even my mother hadn’t heard from her, and I knew it broke her heart. “What about you?” I asked. “Family?” There was a strange tension in her shoulders as she shook her head, almost too abruptly.
“Um… A brother. Emilio. I don’t see him.” She was talking too fast, and I felt my eyes narrow but said nothing. “And Mami. She’s back in Mexico, with my uncle.” Her words were clipped, sentences devoid of detail. She didn’t want to talk about this.
