Page 7 of Naughty Prince
I stop dead in my tracks, all of my bravado slinking away as I come face to face with my love.Ivy.
“It’s you,” she breathes, her eyes twinkling as she looks up at me. I’ve almost recreated the collision from our or initial meeting, stopping mere millimeters away from her. We’re so close that I can feel the soft brush of her breasts as her chest heaves. My dick goes hard.
“Herra! Ertu brjálaður?” Patrick rushes out behind me, shouting in our native tongue:Sire! Are you crazy?
I turn to him and speak in English. “Look who it is.”
His expression changes from alarmed to at ease as his eyes land on Ivy’s friend. “Ladies.” He gives a polite nod and they both smile and say hi.
“Is that your name?” Ivy asks, and I frown. “Herra?”
“Oh, no,” I say quickly. The last thing I want is for her to call me sire in our language. That would feel very wrong. “My name is, Lu—Luke.” I give her a shortened version of my name for safety. “And this is er, Rick.” I indicate Patrick, whose eyebrows lift in a way that says, ‘Are you serious?’ but he recovers quickly.
“It’s nice to see you both again,” he says.
“I thought you two were on your wayoutof the country,” Rebecca says, frowning. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m delighted to see you both. I’m just surprised.”
“I’m just delighted,” Ivy says, and I want to kiss her here and now. She’s adorable and rosy-cheeked. She smells of the outdoors and warm food, but when I inhale a little deeper, I catch that scent of strawberries I’ve been missing.
“I’ve thought of you many times since we ran into each other at the airport,” I confess. I have to resist reaching out to brush a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
“You have?” Her eyes light up. Patrick is telling Rebecca our cover story about being in Fürstheim on business, but I can barely hear their conversation. I’m so enamored with this beautiful creature before me.I would ravage the fuck out of her if we were alone.
“Yes,ástin mín. I’ve thought of little else.”
Seven
Ivy
He’s been thinking about me?
I’m looking into his eyes and all I can think about is lifting on my toes and planting a kiss on those full lips of his. I’ve never felt so forward. But there’s something about this guy that brings out my inner hooker. I can imagine myself doing a strip tease without wanting to cover my body. Being a big girl, it’s an even bigger deal for me to think like that. I’m always trying to cover up and hide my excess flesh, but with the way Luke looks at me, all I want to do is bare everything.Take me. Take me now.
Snippets of the conversation Rebecca is having with his friend reach my ears. She’s telling him about her plan to find this prince the waitress was talking about. “Do you think he’ll enjoy meeting two American women?”
Luke blinks like he’s coming out of a dream. “You want to meet who?” He’s looking at Rebecca now, and I feel jealous of his eyes on another woman.I never knew I was possessive.I want him to be only mine.
“The prince,” Rebecca says, like it’s a normal thing for a couple of tourists to expect an audience with royalty. “Every time one of the locals talks about him, they swoon. I wanna know what’s so swoony about this guy.”
“Perhaps he’s just nice to people,” Luke says before his eyes return to me. “Do you want to meet this prince too?”
“I…uh…”Not anymore. I just want you. Take me to your room!
“Of course, she does.” Rebecca answers for me. “Whowouldn’twant to meet a prince? It’s even better than going to LA and saying you bumped into Brad Pitt.”
“Then we’ll take you to him,” Luke says, still looking into my eyes.
I want to protest and tell him it isn’t necessary, but Rebecca is so full of gratitude that it’s hard for me to say no.
The two men say something to each other in their own language. Rick doesn’t look happy about this development (I think he has a thing for Rebecca, if I’m honest) but Luke says something that puts him at ease.
“What was that about?” I ask.
“You need not worry,ástin mín,” he says, touching me gently on the arm. “We were simply discussing the most likely place the prince would be at this time of year. He enjoys snowboarding, and with the recent snowfall, the mountains is the place to be.”
“He’s a bit of a mountain man?” Rebecca says, her tone a little leery. It’s embarrassing, really. These men are both beautiful in their own right. They seem cultured and interested, and she wants to go off on a wild goose-chase looking for a prince. Why can’t we stay here and get cozy with these two instead? I bet that’ll be a wonderful story to tell too…
“He has his moments,” Rick says.
