Page 4 of Naughty Prince
“Herra.” A small man with a wiry frame stands a foot away, addressing this man I don’t want to let out of my sight. “Við ættum að fara.”
“ég er að koma,” he says, then he turns to my and takes my hand. “Goodbye,ástin mín.” He lifts my hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles and I pretty much crème all over myself. “I have enjoyed meeting you.” He releases my hand and I miss him already. “Both of you. Enjoy your holiday.”
With that, he nods once then turns away, rushing off again with that little skinny man scurrying after him. It’s like watching Arnold Schwarzenegger and Danny DeVito inTwins.
Rebecca is smiling when I finally tear my eyes away from his retreating ass. “What?” I ask.
“Do you need some new panties?”
I giggle then fan my face with my hand. “Yeah. I think I do.”
Four
Lucas
“Yes, you can help me up.”When I’m seated on the Royal jet, I run the conversation with her back through my mind. I can still feel the tingle in my palms from where we touched, the soft heat of luscious body as I held her steady. She smelled like strawberries, which is fitting when she has strawberry-blonde hair.
When I looked into her pretty blue eyes, I couldn’t help the words that fell from my mouth.
“þú ert svo fallegur.”You are so beautiful.
“Thank you.” The words left her lips and sounded like they should be whispered in a darkened room with our heads against pillows, bodies naked and sweaty…
I have to suppress a groan and adjust myself as my dick throbs in my jeans. I want to abuse it while I close my eyes and think of her.Ivy.That’s what her friend called her. And it’s such a beautiful name, perhaps not beautiful enough for such a stunning creature.
I am desperate to make her mine.
I shock myself at the thought. I’ve never had that level of attraction toward a woman before. It’s like she stirred something carnal inside me, an animal that wants to growl and scratch its way from my chest, escape off this plane and go after her.She’s only here for ten days. I’ll be gone for ten days.
I don’t think I would have left Fürstheim at all if Patrick hadn’t insisted it was time to go. I would have followed wherever she went, floating on that strawberry scent.Does her cunt taste like strawberries too?
My leg bounces. My heart races.I’ll never see her again if I don’t do something.I need to get off this plane, and since Patrick called me ‘herra’—sire—I have the perfect excuse.I hate formality, and I warned him I wouldn’t stand for it.
“Patrick,” I say, turning in my seat to look at where he’s sitting with his head bent over that damn iPad of his.
“Yes, Lucas?”
“You called me ‘sire’ in front of those American women.”
“They don’t speak our language. They didn’t understand,” he says, not looking a bit concerned.
“And I said I wouldn’t be going anywhere if you called me that again. I meant it.”
He lifts his head and meets my eyes with a look I don’t think I’ve ever seen from an aide. “Just like I’m sure the woman you were drooling over didn’t understand when you called her ‘ástin mín’—your most precious love—when you said farewell.”
“So?”
He sits back and crosses his legs. “So, I’m sure the press will be overjoyed with these photos of the people’s prince falling all over an American woman. Your fan club, on the other hand, I don’t think they’ll be quite so understanding. There goes your public opinion poll. Then there’s the issue of your father. After the recent shitstorm with an American marrying into the British Royal family, I’m certain your father will go to great lengths to keep you and this…” He taps his screen and squints before returning his gaze to mine. “Ivy as far away from each other as possible.”
I narrow my eyes. “Exactly what are you saying?”
He smiles. “Two days. We attend the ball. You do the right thing by your country by acting as princely as humanly possible, then I rush you back here so you can drool some more over your American. Your parents will think you’re in Milan, and you’ll be free to…well, do what most red-blooded males would want to do to a woman as stunning as Miss Ivy.”
Now I’m grinning. “She’s a walking wet dream, Patrick.”
“I’m partial to the likes of her friend, if I’m honest.”
“The skinny brunette?” I frown, not understanding how any man could choose bones over soft, sweet,sensualcurves. “She’s all yours. In fact, you could be a good man and keep her busy for me.” I waggle my eyebrows, finding myself having newfound respect for this man. He’s smart, and he’s quickly learned how to play me like a fiddle. Most of my aides get all flustered and stomp their foot when I don’t agree to their terms. But Patrick finds a way to strike a bargain that suits us both. I like him.
