Page 113 of Prince Charming

“Yeah?” Neck kiss. She moaned. “What were you texting me?”

Another kiss. This one lingered on her thrashing pulse.

A wall came up at her back when he walked her backward.

A beautiful, towering man.

“I—I was congratulating you.”

“You had fun?”

“Da. You were amazing, Luke.”

His smile was smug, and she loved that about him. He never held his feelings back. Cupping the side of his face, she leaned up and kissed his lips gently. “Well done, Prince Charming. I am so happy you were not injured this time.”

“You and me both, darlin’.”

Maybe it was the cover of darkness that made everything so clear for her. But it came like a bolt out of the blue as she stroked his jaw. He smelled clean from a shower and she had the urge to roam her nose all over his body.

“You are not only my friend.” She declared. Soclearnow.

He didn’t smile, his face was intense. Beautiful. “No, I’m not. It’s about fucking time you noticed that. Now give me your mouth.”

He didn’t wait.

He took, and she moaned with open longing.

A mouth so commanding slid over hers sensually, lips brushing, warm and nice at first before they turned possessive. An owning kiss that eviscerated her from the inside. Strong hands moved up her neck, cupping along her jaw, angling her head back to give him the access he was seeking. An impressive rumbling groan pushed out of Tag, a noise made for sex and for making her weak in the knees.

Marianna was all but quivering in his arms.

He pressed his lips harder, opening hers. The first touch of his tongue fired a buzz of electricity between her legs.

His grunt was sex.

The rub of his tongue and the masculine flavor of his mouth liquefied her insides into a needy simmer.

There were no doubts in her mind at that moment.

She knew one thing, and that was how much she wanted him.

Another drugging kiss. “I want you.”

The sizzling burn.

The fire and the thunder.

She needed a hug that turned into primal sex.

It didn’t need to be voiced, Tag got the message really clear.

A hysterical giggle erupted from her lips. Almost like a fire-breathing dragon had taken possession of her body.

His cock… wide, like an angry fist angled against her stomach.

Oh, he wanted her.

The knowledge of his arousal spurred her on.

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