Page 76 of The Thing About My Prince
“You are absolutely fucking gorgeous, Lexi.” The seductive tone when he says my name and the gentle brush of his fingers under the curve of my bare breast make my clit throb with a strength of need I didn’t realize was possible.
I wiggle underneath him, trying to pull off my shirt and remove my bra so it’s not lying awkwardly undone across my chest.
“Here,” he says. “I’ll help.”
He pulls me up to sitting and slowly eases my shirt off one side, kissing my shoulder as he pushes it away, then repeats it on the other side before sliding down the bra straps.
“Are you chilly?” His fingers brush the goose bumps on my arms.
“A bit. But only on the outside.” Inside me he’s lit a raging fire. And the goose bumps are more from him than the drafty castle.
“Let’s get you warm.” He reaches under me to yank down the bed covers. “Because I intend for you to be very, very naked, very, very soon.”
I lift my legs to allow him to pull the covers lower.
“Not fair if it’s only me who’s very, very naked.” I reach for the hem of the Boston Commoners sweatshirt he changed into the second we were back from the hospice. His parents clearly disapproved of him not being “dressed” for dinner, but it was as if the suit and dress shirt were an unwelcome second skin he needed to shed as quickly as possible.
He doesn’t wait for me to remove it for him. Instead he grabs a fistful of it behind his neck and pulls it forward over his head.
His face pops out with a grin, his hair now even more sexily tousled.
“And the T-shirt.” I tug it out of his jeans as he discards the sweatshirt.
“Too fucking right.” He makes the same swift work of the crisp white shirt.
My God, look at him.
When he’s fully clothed, it’s obvious he works out. But shirtless—the rise of his pecs, the curve of his shoulders and biceps, the outline of his abs, the dusting of fair hairs over his chest and forearms—my eyes can’t get enough of him.
He wraps his muscular arms around me and lays me back onto the newly revealed cream sheet. “Let’s get you comfy again.”
The second his bare chest brushes my nipples, a gasp I have no control over flies from me.
He straddles me and leans lower to tickle the outline of my lips with the tip of his tongue before tracing the same path with soft kisses.
When his hands cup my breasts, I feel like I’m sinking into the bed and disappearing into another realm. The gentle massaging and the skim of his thumbs over my tight nipples fires sparks to my soaking-wet core.
Then his lips leave mine and he slides down my body.
His mouth lands exactly where I want it, right on my breast that’s desperate for the warm wetness of his tongue.
As he sucks and teases, I run my fingers over his back, the path undulating with the rise and fall of every muscle, until I reach his shoulders. They’re so firm and square that, even though this is the most reckless thing I’ve ever done in my life, it feels like holding onto them could keep me safe forever.
With his mouth still on my breast, he reaches for the waistband of my pants, and before I know it, they’re undone and he’s sliding his hand inside.
“Oh God.” The promise of his imminent touch and the tantalizing lapping of his tongue make me lose myself in him completely.
I’m no longer the reporter only here for the obligation of the book I have to write to get the job I want. And he’s no longer the entitled royal prince I have to tolerate to get that job done.
I’m a woman who’s allowing herself to recognize that I’ve wanted this man since the moment he opened his front door to me and his eyes met mine. A woman who’s been trying to deny the obvious connection we’ve had since that moment but is finally letting herself feel it. A woman who wants this man inside her more than she wants anything else in the world right this second.
His hand slides all the way inside my underwear and between my legs until he’s cupping my heat.
I clench his shoulders.
Oliver responds by increasing the pressure and pace of his tongue on my nipple.
When his finger parts my flesh and dips between, we groan simultaneously, his breath warm against my damp skin.
