Immediately, she pulled away and, with a hand to his sternum, pushed him flat on his back.She straddled his hips and offered him an impish grin.“I get to explore your tattoos.Those teeny-tiny scales on your cock.You can have a turn later.”
Because he didn’t want her to think she could get her way with everything, he dragged her down for another kiss and rolled them.“I’ll go first.”
She pursed her lips.“That was sly.”
“I wouldn’t want you to believe I’m a…what is the word?Ah!A pushover.”
“Have you met people from Earth before?”
“I know one, and her quaint expressions have caught on with her mate and their friends.Sometimes, it is as if they speak a foreign language since my translator is of no help.”
“A woman?Really?Which planet does she live on now?I’d love to meet her.”
“Viros.”
“Ah, the planet is ruled by feline shapeshifters.A triad.Have you met the rulers?”
“You want to chat about royalty?I thought you had something else in mind.”
“Sex.”She grinned.“I’m capable of multitasking.”
“I prefer to concentrate on one thing at a time.Sex, it is then.”He kissed her again, addicted to her taste and the enthusiasm she imbued in the action.This time, he allowed his hands to wander.Her skin was soft beneath his fingertips, his caress pulling a shiver from her.His calluses—a side effect of the jewelry design business and his hands-on approach to leadership.He explored her shoulders and biceps before he let his fingers wander to her breasts.
“Use your mouth,” she ordered.
“My gel-bed at home is a huge, carved monstrosity, handed down through the generations.I’ve thought about donating it to someone who’d appreciate it and purchase something more to my taste.”
“An interesting topic, but why are you telling me?”
“It has lots of rings and other attachments to help when discipline is required for an unruly partner.”
Scarlett cupped his face with her hands, silently commanding his gaze.“Do you enjoy that type of thing?”
“I believe my father did, but not me.However,” he added.“I see the benefit of a spanking to establish appropriate behavior.”
“Hmm, we must try that sometime.Right now, a terrific old-fashioned bonking would hit the spot.”
Bonking.He’d never heard the term before, although he got the point.The next time he met with Ry Coppersmith and his crew, he might drop that into the conversation and see what happened.
“We can do that,” he agreed.“Both things.”
He cupped her breasts, savoring the weight of the globes.
“Better.”One green eye closed in a cheeky wink.
If they’d had more time, been in a different place, he’d have taken pleasure in going slowly and torturing them both.The thought brought the prince to mind.
Reality.
He started to pull away.
“Don’t.You.Dare.”
“We should move.Take advantage of the whitelight.We have no idea of what lies ahead and how long it will take to locate the prince.”
“You abducted me.You forced me into this quest.You fix this or I’ll make you suffer.”
Ransom froze, met her anger with a scowl.She never faltered.Her fierce gaze made him want to scream his frustration.The prince didn’t deserve this magnificent woman.He’d use her, suck her dry, and discard her when she was of no further benefit.After all these cycles at the mercy of the prince, he understood the royal’s thought processes.His entitlement.
