Page 144 of The Thing About My Prince
Lexi’s body shakes with laughter at my impression of my mother’s voice.
“So now theydowant us to be together?”
“Oh, I doubt it. But if we’re going to be, they want us to do it their way.” I curl my arms around her waist and pull her closer. “But that’s enough of talking about them.”
I capture her bottom lip in mine, sucking and teasing. But the moment our tongues touch, that’s it. Our mouths press together harder, her hands are in my hair, mine are on her arse, pulling her tight against my throbbing erection. She groans into my mouth and, holy fuck, do I want this woman now.
I break free for a second and brush her hair off her face. “I need to show you the most important room in the place.”
“And what room might that be?” she asks, her cheeks flushed.
I take her hand and stride back across the living room. It’s only when I see Dane standing by the lift that I remember he’s here.
“Wanna go downstairs for a bit?” I ask him.
“Certainly, sir.” He turns his back and presses the button to summon the elevator.
Around the corner, I slide open the huge barn door to my bedroom.
“Wow.” Lexi’s eyes roam the room that’s all soft creams and pale wood furniture against deep green walls.
I turn on a lamp on the nightstand and pick up the remote to close the blinds.
“This is even more like something from a magazine,” she says.
“Not sure I made the right choices with all these light colors in here. There’ll be no tea in bed for me anymore. I’m terrified of spilling it on anything.”
“What would you like here in the mornings instead?” She moves in front of me, between me and the bed, and drags her hands from my shoulders down my chest, then hooks her fingers in my waistband.
“How about this?” I push her just enough that she topples back onto the fluffy duvet.
Her dark hair and spotted black dress are in stark contrast to the rich cream of the bedding. Yet she couldn’t look more like she’s right where she belongs.
I move over her, resting a knee either side of her waist, a hand either side of her face. “I want this to last all night. But I also want to be inside you two seconds from now.”
“That is quite the dilemma.” She slides her hands up the outside of my thighs, under my sweater, then pulls the T-shirt underneath it out of my jeans.
My whole body shivers with excitement at the imminent touch of her fingers against my skin.
“Oh my God.” The second she makes contact, my eyes close and my back arches as warmth and tingles spread through me. “I’ve been desperate for you to touch me.”
I drop my mouth to hers, and the urgent kissing starts again. The stroke of her tongue against mine and the drag of her fingers around my waist and up my back make my cock strain, almost painfully.
“Turn over,” I breathe.
“Very bossy.” She raises her eyebrows, then does exactly as I ask.
“You look so fucking hot in this dress, but I need it off you right now.”
I slide the zipper pull down, kissing every inch of her spine as it’s revealed. Her skin shivers beneath my lips and her body wiggles with pleasure beneath me as she sighs into the duvet.
Hooking my fingers into the shoulders, I inch the dress off her arms, then down to her waist, where I catch the sides of her thong and pull them down too.
Then her perfect round bottom is right before my eyes, and I can’t help but drop my mouth to it for a quick nibble.
She giggles and squirms more. “That tickles.”
Then I finish the job, pulling everything off over her feet, before reaching back up to unhook her strapless bra.
