Page 21 of Claimed by the Bastard Prince
With a sigh, she opened her eyes, ready to glare at the person responsible for delaying the flight. She gasped and stared in disbelief at the darkly handsome man approaching her seat.
It was Akeen.
He slid into the seat next to her, looking so casual and smug about his last-minute travel plans, that she almost smacked him. He stared at the seat ahead of him, not glancing at her, and pretending as if she was a total stranger.
“This seat wasn’t already taken, was it, miss?”
“You realize this is crazy, right?” she asked, giving him the side eye.
“Probably. But I couldn’t convince you to stay in my country, so I’m inviting myself to yours.”
“What about your obligations, all your duties to the crown as a royal advisor?”
“I took a holiday.” He finally turned his gaze on hers. “My father says I’m to return as soon as possible, though with my American bride.”
She felt the blood drain from her face. “Your bride? Wow, you really are sure of yourself. When are you planning to propose?”
“As soon as I’m certain you’ll say yes.” He leaned in to capture her lips.
The plane started moving and the captain was making announcements over the speakers, but the whole world faded as Akeen kissed her masterfully. When he finally pulled away, she was flushed and breathing hard. The ten-hour flight was going to be one hell of a tease. By the time they got through customs and grabbed a taxi back to her apartment, it would be at least twelve hours until she could get her hands on him.
As if reading her mind, he leaned over and said, “I’ll ask one of the flight attendants for a blanket when they come by. Then what happens under the blanket, stays under the blanket.”
“Absolutely not. You will do no such thing. You know how loud I am, and you aren’t exactly quiet in the throes of passion yourself, Mr. Cocky.”
He interrupted her protests with another hard kiss.
* * *
Akeen sweptCora up in his arms when she finished unlocking her apartment door.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“Showing you how I will carry you over the threshold once we are finally married. Of course, it’ll be in my quarters at the palace in Ismallia. You will live like a princess in my family’s castle.”
She would say yes. Eventually. He wouldn’t leave America until she agreed to become his wife and return home with him.
“Please carry me directly to the bedroom. I’m very tired.”
“You’re not going to sleep yet. Not until I’ve ravished you thoroughly.” He carried her into the bedroom and laid her atop the covers.
“Wait. The doorman will be up at any moment with my luggage,” she said, starting to get up.
He stilled her movement and said, “I’ll go meet him. You stay here.”
“Thank you.”
He met the doorman and tipped him, then sat Cora’s suitcases in the hallway. He’d bought his ticket at the last minute and, therefore, hadn’t brought anything of his own. It felt strangely liberating to leave his homeland with nothing but the clothes on his back and his wallet. All the other times he’d traveled internationally, it had been to accompany his father on trips to visit the leaders of other nations, and the amount of planning and packing that had gone into such travels had nearly driven him mad. With a spring in his step, he returned to the bedroom in search of his soon-to-be bride.
The minute she said yes, he would arrange for a quick wedding in his homeland.
They’d known each other for less than a week, but it was long enough to recognize she was the perfect woman for him. His match in every way. Whatever it took, he would get her to say yes when he finally popped the question. And then he would spend every hour of every day for the rest of his life striving to make her as happy as she made him.
When he entered the bedroom, he found Cora sprawled naked atop the covers, feigning sleep. The smile that twitched on her lips revealed she was faking. He kicked off his shoes and stripped off his clothing, eager to join her and release all his pent up sexual energy.
He’d felt her up under the blanket on the plane, and she’d stuck her hands down his pants a few times, but despite all his grandstanding, neither of them had been able to come in the middle of the crowded airplane.
Cora had claimed stage fright, and he couldn’t endure more than several strokes to his cock without groaning his pleasure aloud, her warm little hand had felt that fucking good.
