Page 30 of Taming
“I –I haven’t had sex in a while.” His quiet words make me smirk. His eyes close slowly before he smiles. It’s an awkward statement that makes my heart stumble. “I just meant … I didn’t mean for it to be rough. I—”
It was so perfectly rough.
“Shut up.” A smirk hesitates against my lips. I’ve never seen him so adorably awkward before. “Do you want to try again?” I cut him off before he can say sorry because that’s literally the last thing I want to hear in bed.
“Fuck yeah, I want to try again.” His gaze trails over my features and he leans into me, his attention held on my mouth.
At the last moment, I turn away. Confusion crosses his features and my heart starts to pound unsteadily. Instead of letting him kiss me, I lean into him and push my lips against his warm neck. His salty taste meets my lips, and I rake my teeth slowly across his skin until he settles his hips against mine.
The tip of his dick sinks slowly and gently into me, and I gasp from the feel of it. Long and slow thrusts fuel his movements. He takes his time drawing out my every shaking breath even as his fingers tightens against my wrist.
It’s meticulous, and careful, and gentle, and so fucking slow I feel like I might come all over again from the tormenting pace.
He’s very muchnotdickless. I guess I just had to find out firsthand.
“Fuck.” I can’t form a real sentence to save my life, but my gasping words keep coming from my mouth with every thrust he gives me.
At the sound of my approving words, he drags his length slowly across my sex before sinking deep over and over and over again.
Our breaths and my moans echo around the small room.
My climax rises, and just before I come hard against his cock, a hesitant but firm knock shakes against my front door.
He stills above me, his shoulders tensing beneath my touch, and I almost cry out from the sudden halt.
“Don’t stop, please.” It’s a gasping plea as I rock my hips against him, desperate for that feeling to return to me.
But it’s gone.
And he isn’t moving.
And whoever the fuck is at my door had better be important.
I shove out from beneath him, pushing my skirt down as I trail over on unsteady legs. My chest is still heaving as I open the door.
The cool night air meets my sweaty skin, and, to my unfortunate luck, itissomeone important.
It’s the Prince, here for our date.
Fuck.
Chapter Nine
Ignoring Reality
“Are you alright? You don’t look well.” The Prince’s pale brows lower over his shining eyes.
With another heaving breath, I force a smile to my lips. My hand shakes just slightly as I push my tangled hair down into an almost manageable state.
“Yeah.” The breathy tone of my voice sounds like sex itself. His gaze flickers across my flushed features.
Worry and embarrassment start to sink into me. I wasn’t loud. Let me rephrase because it’s been five years, and I might have been just slightly loud, but I wasn’tthatloud.
Was I?
“Okay.” He nods but his posture is a tense sort of stance that makes me question what’s going through his little royal mind. “I brought your payment.” He motions for the two men who are holding an absurdly large and intriguing tote between them. Two more boxes weigh down the back of the shining navy carriage.
Payment. Yes. Excuse my shit manners.
