She swallowed hard and my lips curled slightly.Then I ran the hot water, dampened the towel a little before saying, “Turn around.”
Wordlessly, she spun to face me, and her fingers grasped the edge of the counter.I crouched low, coming eye level with her waist, and lifted her dress.I almost moaned at the sight of her bare pussy, especially when her legs spread to give me better access.Hooded eyes looked up at her and the sound of her breath catching made my fucking heart skip.
God, what is this woman doing to me?
My focus went back to her pussy, and fuck, I couldn't resist—I moved in and ran my tongue across her sensitive clit.Just once, but damn, that wasn't enough.The taste of her—of us—was driving me insane.Her whimper whispered in the air and her fingers tangled in my hair.
But I pulled back before either of us could get into it.
Instead, I used the towel to take care of her and rose to my feet, smiling when I saw her heated gaze.
“Tsk, tsk.So greedy, trouble.”
She huffed a breath and her cheeks grew dark under her flush.“You started that on purpose.”
“Baby, there's only so much a man can do when there's perfect pussy in front of his eyes.”
Blushing, she pushed against my chest and turned around.“Zip me up, please.”
“Your wish is my command.”
She ran her hands down her dress once I did, smoothing the fabric over her hips.Watching her ground herself was refreshing.Then again, I could’ve watched her so absolutely nothing and still found her to be the most intriguing woman I'd ever met.
I leaned down again, pressing my mouth to her shoulder, slower this time.
“You look perfect,” I murmured against her skin.
She stilled.
I let my lips linger there before adding, “Well… perfectly fucked.But perfect nonetheless.”
She exhaled sharply, shaking her head.“You just had to ruin it.”
I grinned.
“Let's get the rest of this dreadful evening over with, come on,” she said, then gave a final glance at herself in the mirror before walking across the grand bathroom.
Taking a look in the mirror myself, I smoothed out the crinkles in my shirt and the mess of my hair.I ran a thumb over my lips, a poor attempt to swipe away any remnants of her lipstick quickly before following her to the door.
She glanced over her shoulder, giving me a look that would’ve scared most men off.
It only made me want her more.
“You keep looking at me like that, trouble, and we won't leave this bathroom for a week.”
“As if you could handle a week-long sex fest.”
“Is that a challenge?”I reached past her, unlocking the bathroom door, and gestured for her to go first.My lips were curled in a smirk as I brushed them against her ear.“Because you know how much I love those.”
She walked out, elbowing me on the way, and a giggle escaped her lips when I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled her neck.
But then, silence.
Her relaxed posture grew tense and her nails dug into my arms.
And when my eyes peered up, I could see why.
Prince fucking Charming.
