Page 46 of Royal Charmer
“Alice,” he murmurs, his lips trailing a hot tingling path along the line of my jaw and then along the side of my neck, his beard rubbing deliciously against my sensitive skin. “I’ve been wanting this, wanting you.”
“Me too,” I gasp out as his teeth close over the cord of my neck.
His large hands slide down my bare shoulders, my arms, my sides and then back up to cup my breasts. He flicks his finger across my nipple and it beads instantly, aching for him. He shifts the bodice of my gown down and groans, muttering, “Beautiful,” and I feel beautiful with him. He makes quick work of my strapless bra and then kisses each breast almost reverently.
I slide my hand into his hair, my other hand holding him to me as his lips close around my nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth. An intense throbbing between my legs follows, and I moan long and low. I’m hot and wet and restless, desperate to get closer, to feel him pressed hard against me.
He shifts to the other breast, lavishing the same treatment on it. Pleasure shoots through me, lighting up every nerve ending, my hips moving restlessly.
“Lucas,” I half groan.
He lifts his head and reclaims my mouth in a passionate kiss, lowering me under him on the long bench seat. He breaks the kiss just long enough to slide my gown up to my waist and then returns, settling himself between my legs, bringing an intense aching pleasure at the touch. It’s a relief and an urging for more at the same time. The intensity of his kiss ramps up as his hips grind against me, bringing more pleasure through my silky thin panties. A rush of heat centers on that one spot he’s sliding back and forth over, the friction exactly what I need. I grab his ass, keeping him close, and then I tense, everything in me coiled tight, my nails digging into him. I’m so close. I’ve never gotten there this easily, this quickly. Oh God.
He breaks the kiss and whispers in my ear, “Go ahead. Let go.” And then he does something even more wonderful, shifting off me just enough for his fingers to slide between us. He shoves my panties aside and strokes me. The sudden direct contact sends me flying over the edge with a harsh cry, my hips moving rhythmically as he gentles his touch, drawing it out.Yesss.
Finally, I’m spent. I open my eyes to find him staring into mine. I’m suddenly self-conscious. “I don’t usually…”
He slides his fingers into his mouth, those same fingers that were just stroking me, and sucks. A pulse throbs between my legs. I grab his head and kiss him again. I’m out of control. I need, I need, I need.
I go for the button on his pants, but he stops me, clamping a hand on my wrist. “What?” I ask, confused.
“I’m not prepared,” he says hoarsely.
I run my fingers over his hard length through his pants, drawing a very satisfying groan from him. “You feel very prepared.”
He eases himself off me and pulls me upright. “Not prepared with a condom.”
“Oh. I’m on the pill.”
Our gazes collide, the air charged between us.
“I’m clean,” he says.
“Me too. My ex used a condom with me because he didn’t trust that I would remember to take the pill regularly.” I shrug. “I can space sometimes when I’m on a book deadline.”
He closes his eyes.
I wince. “Sorry. Total buzzkill bringing up my ex. I was just trying to explain how clean I am too. Kiss me.”
His lips form a flat line. “Have you ever missed a pill?”
I run my hands over his chest before working on the buttons of his shirt. “No, actually, I take it at the same time every morning.”
“Your ex…fuck. Why did you stay on the pill if he used a condom? He wanted double protection?”
“No.” My cheeks heat, and I stop unbuttoning his shirt, take my glasses off, and let him go out of focus. “This is getting personal.”
He cradles my jaw, lifting my gaze to his, and he’s so close I can see the intensity in his eyes perfectly. “So is sex,” he growls. “I know what you sound like when you come. I know what you taste like.”
I get hotter and wetter at his words. The intensity burning in his eyes is searing. I can’t seem to find my voice. I don’t want to talk about my personal stuff. I just want to get back to the sexy action.
“Answer me,” he commands.
“I don’t remember quite so much conversation involved with sex,” I say softly. “But, um, I stayed on the pill because it keeps my severe cramps manageable.” I risk a look at him. “And now you have too much information.” I shove my glasses back on, beyond embarrassed. I don’t think I’ve ever told a man something so personal in my entire life. Even my doctor is a woman, so I can avoid these embarrassing conversations.
His hand slides under my hair, cupping the back of my neck before he kisses me just behind my ear, sending another zing through me. “Okay to no condom,” he whispers in my ear before pulling back to look at me. “But we’re going to wait until we get to the hotel. I want you in a bed.”
I blink. We had all this conversation to work out the details, and then I have to wait? Unfair. “Why in a bed?”
