Page 20 of His Princess Brat
“Pita, I promise, if you want to smack me later you can, but for now, can you just please go along with me for the next two minutes?”
Another quick nod, and the footsteps got closer. Bethany was coming around the front of the sculpture now and would lay eyes on us at any moment. There was only one thing to do.
Leaving one hand cupped on her face, I grabbed her hip with my other and pulled Pita into my most capturing kiss. A certain amount of passion would have to be feigned for this to be convincing enough for Bethany to go away. But the moment my lips touched Pita’s, I found myself helpless to stop.
She was very soft, very small, and when the tension in her body grudgingly melted right out of her, suddenly she was quite pliant in my arms.
Her breath hitched, her lips tentatively parting, and behind me, Bethany huffed a catty insult regarding her speculations on our potentially inbred parentage and stalked away. I could stop at any time, except I couldn’t.
My tongue was inside her mouth the moment her lips parted. I kissed her deeper, exploring her sweet taste, every bit as tantalized by her uncertain attempts to kiss me back as I was by the curves of her body as my hands began to explore.
She was into it too, mimicking every move I made with one of her own. It wasn’t until I heard the voice of Jax, Mazi’s right-hand man tearing down the hall, that she finally pulled away, breathless and dazed.
With a sheepish smile and glazed-over eyes, she touched her lips with trembling fingers. “That was more than two minutes.”
“Indeed it was,” I agreed, a little surprised at how eager I was to just lean in and start the clock all over again. “You can smack me twice if you want.” Judging by the depth of the kiss, and the southward direction that her hands had been shyly heading just before she pulled away, I was fairly certain she wouldn’t want to.
“I don’t need to smack you,” she answered, proving me right. “But I do want an explanation.”
“That’s fair,” I conceded. “But first, can we get out of this hallway? Bethany may be gone for now, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s that she’s going to find me again.”
Peeking around the sculpture, she grinned. “I know a room that just became available. Follow me.”
She beckoned with her finger, and there it was again, that near-overwhelming need to push her back up against the wall, take her lips beneath my own, and see if I couldn’t get her shy hands to finish their interrupted journey.
Doing that out of the hallway where the risk of interruption was far less likely would definitely be a better plan. Especially if her hands were going to keep wandering like that.
Mine might just need to do some wandering of their own.
* * *
Holy shit. Holy shit. Azid was in my room. Azid had kissed me. Azid was in my room after he had kissed me. My brain bounced around like a kangaroo on crack, unable to settle on any one fact.
I felt like I was going to be sick. Lovesick maybe? My face felt heated and feverish, my hands were shaking, I was having heart palpitations and my stomach felt like I’d just got off the world’s most exhilarating and yet terrifying roller coaster.
If not for the fact that my pussy was also throbbing, and had been from the moment he had clapped his hand over my mouth, I would be dead-ass certain I was coming down with something far worse than the head cold I had.
Is this what being attracted to a man felt like? I honestly wouldn’t know, but I led the way into my suite, careful to close and lock the door just in case Jax or his wife returned, feeling awful and wonderful, and so conflicted all at the same time.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I sat down at one end of the coach, giving him all the rest of the length to choose from. But he remained standing at the door, pressed up against it as if he expected someone to come breaking through the locks at any minute now, possibly interrupting us in the midst of our next kiss.
There my stomach went again, tumbling through the twists and loops of its own private ride.
Don’t be weird, I told myself, hoping my smile was more seductive than it was pained. It took everything I had not to play with my hair, or fluff my boobs, or do any of the dozens of tiny do I look okay insecure fidgets that had my hands shaking right now.
“Not that I didn’t, um,” I cleared my throat, “thoroughly enjoy that kiss, but I think I’ll take that explanation now.”
His back still pressed up against my door, he slipped his hands into his pockets and tried to look nonchalantly about whoever he was keeping out.
“This woman,” he began somewhat sheepishly. “She’s been hounding me, literally, everywhere I go. I can’t get away from her. I’d tell her I’m not interested, but I’m afraid of starting an international incident.”
I waved my hand. “Oh, don’t worry. We have incidents the way other people change socks. Who is she?”
“Bethany.”
Jumping up off the couch, I grabbed the desk chair, pushed him out of the way, and shoved it up under the doorknob to wedge the locked door securely shut.
Startled, Azid laughed. “Okay. I guess I should have thought of that.”
