“The feeling is mutual.” My voice is breathy as he moves to my other breast, lavishing it with attention. It’s a line of fire straight to my pulsing core, driving me closer and closer to another orgasm.
“If you don’t get inside me right now, I’m going to combust.”
James pops off me with a grin and stands. “We can’t have that, now, can we?” He grabs his wallet as he kicks off his pants. Fully naked now, he is a fine specimen of a man. Abs for days, powerful lines, and that cock. Lord, am I ready to have it inside me.
“You’re drooling.”
Pushing up on my elbows, I scoot back on the bed. “Can you blame me when you look like that?” I wave my hand in his direction as he rolls a condom down his thick cock.
“You apparently don’t know how sexy you look lying there in your heels. I want to do very dirty, very bad things to you, Zara.”
“Then please come do very bad things to me.” I spread my legs, touching my already sensitive clit. His eyes narrow in on where I’m rubbing myself. I’m slick with need as James strokes himself.
“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Zara.” He crawls over me, settling back on top of me.
“It might get hotter.” Looping my legs around him, I flip us over. There’s a hunger in James’s eyes unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Sliding my slick pussy up and down his hard shaft, I draw closer and closer to another orgasm. Right before I tip over the edge, I sink down on top of him.
“James. Oh God, James!” It’s good. So good. Better than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. The stretch of him filling me gives way to pure pleasure. It takes everything I have not to come immediately.
Clutching his hard pecs, I start moving, rocking my hips over him. Lifting up and sinking back down. “Yes, Zara. Keep going.” James’s hands move up my sides, cupping my breasts in his hands. Kneading, tweaking my nipples to the point of pain.
Drawing my nails down his chest, I play with myself again. James must like it if his quickening thrusts are anything to go by.
“You need to come now, Zara. Bloody hell, take it.” He thrusts harder as his hands are bruising on my hips.
Another thrust and I’m crashing over the edge. I’m boneless as I fall on top of James. Electricity shoots through me at the strength of my orgasm. He holds me to him as he comes, pulsing deep inside me.
“Holy shit.” My voice is muffled as my face is buried in James’s neck. His spicy smell mixed with the heavy scent of sex is potent. I can’t remember the last time I’ve come so hard. Twice.
But I also can’t remember the last time I’ve ever felt so safe and secure in someone’s arms. Never in a million years did I think it would happen with the prince.
“I wish I didn’t have to leave tonight. I want to stay here with you all night.” His fingers trail a path down my back. I love his need to touch me.
“If only the press wouldn’t track our every move. There’s nothing I want more than to wake up with you beside me.”
“I’m glad you don’t want to kick me out the first chance you get.”
I push off him, staring into his eyes, and I see the insecurity lingering there. “Why in the world would you think that?” I brush my hands over his chest, the smattering of hair coarse under my fingertips.
“It’s what usually happens when I’m with a woman. Once they get their fill of the ‘playboy prince,’ I’m useless.”
“Well, now I might kick you out. Do you know nothing about women?” Incredulity laces my voice as I smack his chest.
“Sorry. Not to bring it up, but I just don’t want to leave. There’s nothing I want more than to stay here with you tonight. I’ve never had that feeling before.”
My eyes soften, raking over his handsome face. “It’s not just you. I hate that they’re probably out there wondering what we’re doing in here. I just want to stay wrapped up in you.”
I hate that he can’t stay. I hate that the paparazzi are sitting outside my house, waiting for a picture of him leaving at an indecent hour.
I nuzzle back into him, kissing his neck. His scruff is scratchy against my lips. “I wish our every move wasn’t watched.”
“I promise, it won’t always be like this. We’re new. A hot commodity.”
“I find that hard to believe.” I sit up, pulling off him. I lament the loss of him immediately.
James flips us around, throwing his leg over me. “Zara. I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“You can’t make that promise.” My fingers move on their own, tracing over the beautiful features of his face.
