Page 111 of A Taste of Torment
“Pull me against you,” I tell him.
A heartbeat passes before he obeys. He snakes out both arms, wrapping them firmly around my waist, and he tugs me against him. I fold into his chest, hands curled against his bare skin.
“This is what I was going to do anyway,” he murmurs.
“I know.”
He chuckles. “Am I allowed to kiss your neck?”
“Gently.”
He leans down slowly. His lips just barely graze the skin at the base of my throat.
“Tongue,” I command.
His tongue flickers out, tasting my racing pulse and then sliding against my skin, and then his mouth captures my neck. I whimper, pleasure and desire flooding me.
“Stop.”
He freezes. After several beats, he pulls back to look me in the eye.
“Kiss me,” I whisper. “Like in the garden.”
His lips meet mine in such a gentle, reverent way.
The prince is going to be my undoing, I think just before I grip the back of his neck and tug him tighter against me to deepen the kiss.
A groan escapes the back of his throat.
I pull back from his mouth and his arms. He watches me closely. His breath heavy, and his eyes lidded.
I take an awkward step back from him. “Okay, um, I—I think that’s enough for the night.”
“Okay,” he whispers.
“Do you have anything for me to wear?” I motion to my dress.
His eyebrows rise. “What do you need?”
“T-shirt? Shorts? Something to sleep in.”
His lips part, and then he freezes, like his mind has short circuited.
I wait for him to kickstart back into motion. “Are you okay?”
He blinks then nods. “Yes, I’m sure I’ve got something for you.” He walks into his closest, his movements smooth and casual, and returns with a few folded articles of clothing.
“You can change here,” he says. “Or the bathroom.”
I stare at him for a moment. Obviously changing in front of him is a really bad idea.
I lick my lips as I take the offering and then head into the bathroom.
After changing into Jarron’s oversized grey T-shirt and athletic shorts, I re-enter the room to find him sitting on the armrest of the chair by the fire.
I pause for a moment but then walk toward the bed and motion for him to follow.
He does, of course. “Should I change too?”
