Page 9 of Naughty Prince
“No.” She shakes her head.
“And now?” I hook a finger under her chin and lift her head, leaning in to kiss and nibble on her neck. She’s so soft and sweet. I want all of her.
“Uh-uh.” Her sounds are sensual and needy, and I want to do so much more. My cock throbs and aches from all I’d like to do, but we aren’t alone. Not yet, anyway…
“When I left you at the airport, all I could think about was your smell.” I suck gently on the underside of her jaw. “Your skin.” I move so my nose brushes alongside hers and my lips tingle from the nearness of her waiting mouth. “How desperate I was for a…” I brush my lips against hers. “Taste.”
She moans, then I close my mouth over hers, pushing past her lips with my tongue and controlling the kiss with deep languid strokes. I breathe in deep, wanting as much of her in one mouthful as I can get. But it’s not enough. Kissing isn’t enough. I need more of her.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” I ask, tearing my mouth from hers as I push my rigid cock against her hip. “It won’t go down. All I can think about is driving it inside that tight little cunt I know you have hiding between your legs, waiting for me to claim it.”
“Yes.” She shudders. She whimpers.She’s mine.
“Oh lord, Rick cancook!” Rebecca’s voice signals her approach, forcing us out of this lust-driven state. “He’s just made pasta and sauce with four ingredients and it’s to die—Why ya’ll standing exactly where we left you?” She stops, her eyes moving between us before a smile takes over her lips. “I’m interrupting, aren’t I?”
“No. It-it’s fine,” Ivy stutters, stepping away from me. I have to fight the urge to grab her and pin her against the wall, caging her in so she can never escape. But maybe that’s coming on too strong. “I wouldn’t mind a little pasta. I’m starving.”
“Looks like you’ll need the energy,” Rebecca teases, elbowing her friend as we walk past.
Nine
Ivy
We sit around a small wooden table, eating pasta and drinking wine. Not so much that we’re tipsy, but just enough to relax the mood and enhance the flavor of the delicious food. Rebecca was right, Rick is quite the cook.
I don’t know if a good meal was the way to her heart, but ever since we got to the cabin, she’s become enamored with him. At the hotel she was all,they could be murderers,and now she’s hanging on his every word and giggling like a schoolgirl.Prince? What Prince.
“Would you like to take a walk around the grounds?” Rick asks when Rebecca mentions how full she is.
“You don’t mind staying here, do you?” Rebecca asks me immediately, and I smile because this is her way of saying she plans to do some very naughty things with Rick on that walk.
“Not at all,” I say with a knowing smile, my gaze sliding to meet Luke’s. “Take your time.”
Luke lifts his glass and sips, his eyes drinking me in from across the table. He hasn’t said a lot during the meal, but his eyes have been screaming his hunger. My nipples are diamond hard, and my clit throbs to the point where I think if the room was quiet, we’d all be able to hear it. I want him, but I’m nervous.What if my inexperience is a turnoff for him?
The door to outside opens and closes then the corner of his mouth curves up. We’re alone.
“I want to know everything about you and nothing at all,” he says, leaning his big muscular forearms on the table. He wears a knit sweater with the sleeves pushed up and every time he moves his hands, the cording of his muscles ripples beneath his skin. It makes my mouth water.
“That doesn’t make a lot of sense,” I say with a giggle, feeling my cheeks heat beneath his gaze.
He smiles. “English is my second language, so bear with me and I’ll try to explain.” He sits back and presses his lips together, studying me as I imagine his mind searching for the right words. “There’s something…powerful about the way I feel around you. I have but a moment before you must return home, so I’m torn between wanting to talk the time away to learn everything there is to know about you, or taking you to bed so I can ease this hunger I have for your body.”
“Oh,” I gasp. “Is that the nothing at all part?” It feels like it should be the other way around, but I get where he’s coming from—we can talk and get to know each other mentally, or we can fall into bed and get to know each other physically.
“Yes.” His grin widens. “It’s selfish, but I feel like I must have you to feel complete.”
“No. It’s not selfish. I think I want that too. If I have to go home in eight days, I want to make sure I leave here without any regrets.”
“Perhaps we can spend the next eight days doing both? I could know your body and your mind if we never leave the bedroom.” He stands and walks around the table, pulling me to my feet. My body melts against his touch, and I can already tell I’m a quivering mess.
“I’m not like Rebecca,” I blurt, my heart thundering in my chest.
“I see that. I wouldn’t want you to be anything but the beautiful creature you are.”
I press my teeth into my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from swooning. My mother always said there were men out there who looked like Luke and loved women with curves, but I didn’t believe her. Turns out there were just here, in Europe.
“I meant that I don’t normally jump into bed with guys I meet in airports.” I wince. “Not that she does that a lot. She’s not like that either. I’m just trying to say that I—”
