Page 49 of Royal Catch
“Yes,” I say softly. “I’m the super at my apartment building and do repairs for the tenants. My idea for a ladies’ week spa-like experience at the palace was based on my own expertise. I was imagining fixing up a suite to make the royal fantasy come true. I’m also a beautician at a high-end salon. I’m in demand as a hairdresser, but I can do nails and facials. I stay current on all the latest beauty treatments. My dream is to own my own salon by thirty, so I’ve been socking money away whenever I can. I work hard, like I told you before, and I’m very driven.”
He turns me to face him and draws me close, hugging me. I hug him back. It feels good, like he’s letting me in a little. I can’t ask for more than that.
His voice rumbles near my ear. “Your last name is Hebert. Is that French?”
I look up at him. “Yeah, my father was part French, from Louisiana. When I turned eighteen, I did some research trying to find my biological parents. My mother was from Florida and only fifteen when she had me. Anyway, she wasn’t interested in a reunion, but she did tell me a little about my dad. She gave me his last name, hoping someone in his family would take me in. They were well off. No dice. I never tried to find him since she said he hadn’t wanted me.”
He cradles my jaw with one big hand, his eyes meeting mine. “I’m sorry.”
My throat tightens. “It’s okay. I’ve been on my own for a long time.”
He smooths my hair back from my face. “You won’t be anymore.”
Hot tears sting my eyes. “Gabriel, please, don’t do anything crazy on account of me—”
His mouth crashes down over mine. All thoughts fly from my mind. Suddenly we’re grabbing each other, devouring each other, wild and hungry. His hand delves between my legs, and he groans right along with my moan.
“So wet,” he rasps.
“Yes,” I manage on a sharp exhale as his fingers toy with me. He plays my body expertly now. Within minutes my hips are lifting, seeking more of his touch, my breath harsh, out of my mind with need.
He releases me suddenly. “Go to the bed and lie on your stomach.”
I pull my thong off and slip off my sandals. His eyes are hot on mine, his fingers rapidly undoing the buttons of his shirt. I reach out to help him with the button on his pants, and he slowly shakes his head.
“Bed now,” he growls.
A shiver of excitement runs through me. Gloves are off now that he knows he’s not dealing with a virgin princess. Before he was holding back on me, restraining himself, though I saw glimpses of the true Gabriel.
I do as he says, lying on the bed on my stomach. I peek over my shoulder at him. “What’s taking so long?”
“Pol—Anna. Fuck.”
“Yes.”
He gives my ass a light slap and lifts my hips. “You have no idea how much I wanted you just like this.”
I get my elbows under me and go on all fours. “Then take me.”
He cups my ass with both hands, and I spread my legs wider in invitation. He trails his fingers straight up my spine, squeezes the nape of my neck, and presses my head down into the pillow. I’m hot and wet and so ready. Gabriel has brought me the most intense pleasure of my life, and I want to give him what he needs.
I hear the nightstand drawer, the rustle of a condom, and then he’s back, his fingers gripping my hips tightly as he takes me in one deep thrust. I gasp at the sudden filling of my body.
He grunts, and then he’s pounding into me, pulling my hips back for each deep thrust. This version of Gabriel takes and takes and takes. It’s wild, animal, primal. I give myself over to it. I love it, and I love him. He’s showing me who he is on the most basic level. He fills me up, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I’m panting, fever hot, possessed by him. His hand snakes around, sliding to pleasure central, stroking me rapidly.Yes!I’m so freaking close. He knows it, can feel me tightening around him, and he plays that line expertly. Fast and hard; slow and deep. I’m trembling under him. Every nerve ending is on fire.
“Gabriel,” I gasp out. “Please. I’m so close. Please, please, please.”
He covers me, leaning forward to rasp into my ear, “Not yet, my nonvirgin nonprincess.”
I groan long and loud.
He chuckles and then he gets back to the business of making me insane. We are rutting beasts, drenched in sweat, slapping together with animal grunts and groans. I’m breathless as he pumps into me, his fingers alternating stroking, circling, tapping. The man is wicked. I’m between begging and screamingpaybackwhen he gentles.
I pant, waiting for whatever comes next.
His teeth tug my earlobe. “Would you like me to give you your release?”
