Page 34 of His Princess Brat
The only pants I had ever worn were riding pants, and those were restricting in their own right. These were different. The inside was soft like felt and they were loose and comforting all at once. It was like wearing a warm hug from an old friend, and I was immediately gleeful.
“This is wonderful!” I exclaimed, using my hands on my legs to brush the fabric against my skin. “How did I not know how wonderful this was? I may never wear a dress again!” I spun in a circle, letting my hair fly free around me.
Azid watched, his smile tinged with bewildered amusement. “Seriously? You’ve never worn lounge clothes before?”
I shook my head, embarrassed now at my own exuberance. “Is that what they’re called? I love them. I must order some for myself as soon as possible.”
“Starting to see the fun in a lazy night in, sweetheart?” Azid flopped down on the side of the couch, and I followed suit a little too exuberantly. I quickly sucked in a startled, pain-filled breath. Wow, that hurt, but I managed to hide my wince.
Tucking me into the crook of his arm, Azid pulled me up against him. I liked it. It made me feel safe and protected and cherished.
“So what’s the next step to this casual dinner?” I asked, sighing happily.
“Meat.”
Casting my gaze at his crotch, I raised an eyebrow and giggled. “When you said we were going to eat, I thought you meant food.”
“Touché, Princess.” Azid grinned, and I could tell he liked that I was thinking about his cock. “What I meant was, what would you like to eat? I think I’m gonna go with a classic greasy cheeseburger with bacon on it. No offense to Osei, Mazi, or the food here, but I am way beyond ready for some good old American comfort food.”
“Cheese-burger.” I tried out the word. “What’s that?”
“You’ve never had a cheeseburger?” Azid gasped, the expression on his face one of personal affront. “Tell me it’s not true. That’s a crime against humanity. A travesty. A horrible mistake that must be rectified immediately.”
“O-okay.” I still had no idea what one was, but I knew I was about to eat one simply because of how important it seemed to Azid. “I guess I will have the cheese-burger then, and whatever one has with it.”
“French fries.” Azid shot me a skeptical glare. “Are you for real? Oh, sweetheart, buckle up, because I’m about to rock your world.”
He called down to the kitchen, placing an order for two bacon cheeseburgers with, as he said, all the fixings. I hope the kitchen knew what the appropriate burger ‘fixings’ were because if it was as much a mystery to them as it was to me, we might all be in for a surprise by the time it arrived.
“Thirty minutes,” Azid declared, hanging up the phone.
“Thirty minutes?” I echoed, blinking.
“Before they bring the food up,” he specified, coming back to the couch. He plopped back down next to me, then looked at me rather pointedly. “However,” he asked, “shall we pass the time?”
“Board games?” I asked, but something told me that wasn’t the answer he was looking for.
Growling once, he quite unexpectedly tackled me, grabbing at my wrists and pinning me beneath him as his lips began a tickling nibble all around my ears, the slope of my neck, and finally my lips.
Yeah, all right—I sighed into his kiss—this would work too.
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Azid
Cheeseburgers forgotten, I let loose a low growl and pounced on her, picking her all the way up to drop her on her back on the couch. She erupted into peals of laughter as I pinned her wrists down and, careful to keep my heavier weight off her, I devoured her in nibbling kisses that quickly turned from playful and silly, to something much more serious.
“But,” she giggled, twisting from side to side as I tickled at the lobes of her sensitive ears with my lips and tongue. “I thought we were having cheese-burgers!” The careful way she pronounced the foreign-to-her word lit a fire of desire low in my belly. She was so damn adorable.
“We can just add this to the list,” I told her.
“List? What list?”
“The list of reasons why casual dinners for two are more appealing than crowded formal dinner parties.”
“Why’s that?” She appeared genuinely confused.
“Sometimes, we get to have dessert before dinner.” My voice was nothing more than a feral growl of need as I claimed her lips in a deep kiss. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around my neck and lightly digging her nails into my skin. My erection throbbed, tenting my boxers as I pressed tightly against her, gyrating my hips against the fabric of the light gray sweats she wore until she cried out.
