Zara pulls back, lust clouding her beautiful eyes.
“I want nothing more.” Her fingers trail down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Shite, I don’t want to waste another minute here, but I want to give her a night she’ll remember. “But we have to stay until the end. This piece really is my favourite.”
She gives me a happy smile as she curls up into my side. Zara is humming along, the vibrations against my neck going straight to my dick. I’ve spent many a night wrapped around different women. It was always the perfect no-strings-attached situation. It wasn’t easy having Mum shove this whole idea of an arranged marriage at me.
But right now? Nothing beats this. Sitting with Zara in my lap, doing the thing she loves most in the world. What I wouldn’t give to spend all my nights like this.
I want this woman. I want her with every ounce of my being. To make her mine in every sense of the word. And tonight? Tonight, Zara will be mine.
Chapter Twelve
Zara
It’s been a magical night. One of the best in my life, in fact. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. Most men I’ve dated don’t understand my love of music, something that I cherish because my mum loved music the same way. It’s the way I carry her with me. It’s a part of my soul.
But James understands. He planned the perfect evening for just the two of us. Away from the prying eyes of the paparazzi.
“Are you ready to go?” James’s voice is quiet as the music stops. It’s dark as the lights on the stage dim. Tears prick the back of my eyes as I let this moment wash over me. I’m not ready to leave. I want to stay here in this empty auditorium, with James in my arms.
“Z? Are you still with me?”
I love when he calls me that. I pull back, staring into his dark eyes. Butterflies erupt in my stomach. His eyes are searching mine. I lean in, taking a kiss. His hands roam over my back, hot skin on skin. I cup his face, deepening the kiss. I know it’s not good form to be sitting here like this, but I don’t care. A need like I’ve never known is coursing through my veins. I need James.
“Your Highness.” James’s security officers break the moment. His eyes are heavy and his lips swollen. I love that I bring this out in him. “The car is ready if you are.”
“Thank you. We’ll be right there.” He doesn’t break eye contact. He starts to stand, forcing me off his lap. Before he starts to make his way out, I grab him and pull him back.
“James.” My voice is raspy with lust. My eyes are on the departing orchestra. “Thank you. I will never forget this night.”
The smile he gives me causes my heart to flutter. He really is the sexiest man I’ve ever met. And not just because of that smile. There’s so much more underneath all that sex appeal that he doesn’t let the world see.
“You’re worth it, Zara. Don’t you ever forget that.” His breath ghosts my lips as he holds me close to him. “Now, are you ready to continue our evening elsewhere?” His eyes hold a knowing glint.
“My place then?”
His lips barely make contact with mine. “Your place. Let’s go.” James turns and pulls me along behind him, the same way we came in. The limo is at the door, ready to whisk us off. Sliding in, James wastes no time pulling me across him again. This time, his hands find their way up my dress.
“I've been dreaming of this.”
His lips make their way down my neck, nibbling and sucking as they go.
“Oh God,” I groan. His lips cause heat to gather in my core.
“You drive me wild, Zara.” James pulls back, staring into my eyes.
Lust. Passion. Desire. It’s all reflected in his eyes. I move closer to him, needing his lips on mine. His hands move to my arse, grinding me over his hard length. It feels amazing.
“See how you make me feel?” he whispers. I drop my forehead to his, rocking into him. “I bet if I slipped my finger inside you, you’d be wet.”
I bite down on my lip to keep the needy moans inside as his finger trails over my hot core. There’s no hiding my desire for him.
“Fuck, Z. Have you been like this all night?”
I trail kisses along his jaw back to his ear, tugging it between my teeth. I can feel him get harder underneath me. “Yes. When a man does something like you did for a woman, it’s a huge turn-on.”
“Duly noted, love.” James turns, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth. A shot of lust moves through me as the car comes to a stop.
“We’ve arrived, sir.” The driver’s voice crackles through the small space.
