Page 44 of Defying the Crown
The driver's eyes widen in the rearview mirror, darting between the money and us. For a moment, I think he might refuse—might throw us out of his cab for the impropriety.
Then he snatches the bills from my hand, tucks them into his shirt pocket, and adjusts his mirror so he can no longer see the backseat.
"Fifteen minutes to the Peninsula," he announces, then cranks up the radio to an almost deafening volume.
Daniel's wicked, triumphant smile sends a shiver down my spine. "Resourceful," he purrates against my lips. "I've always had a weakness for resourceful men."
His mouth claims mine once more, hungrier this time, as if the knowledge of our stolen privacy has lit a fire within him. My hands slip under the hem of his shirt, fingertips trailing along the hot, slick skin of his lower back. He arches into my touch with a needy moan, his hips grinding against mine in silent invitation.
"I want you," I groan into his ear between kisses, unable to keep the desire from my voice any longer. "I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you."
Daniel's hips roll against mine, creating a delicious friction that sets every nerve ending in my body on fire. His lips brush my ear, his breath hot and heavy against my skin. "Harry," he moans, his voice ragged with need, "I need you so badly I can't even think straight."
The sound of my name—my nickname, not my title—on his lips sends a wave of heat through me. This isn't about the Crown Prince of Denmark. This is just about us—Harald and Daniel—two people consumed by desire.
"I've been aching for this since that first call," Daniel whispers, his fingers tightening in my hair. His confession sends my heart racing even faster. "I've wanted you, Harry. God, I've wanted you so much."
My hands trail up his back, sliding under his shirt to explore the contours of his heated skin. His flesh is impossibly soft, like silk against my fingertips. Each touch elicits a breathy moan or whimper from him—sounds that I yearn to capture with my lips, sounds I want to etch into my memory.
"I've wanted you too," I breathe against his ear, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the column of his neck. "Thought about this more than I should admit."
"Prove it," he challenges, arching his back in anticipation. "Show me how much you've wanted me."
Daniel rolls his hips against mine again, creating a friction that tears a groan from deep in my chest. His movements become more insistent, more deliberate, as if he's determined to drive me to the edge of control right here in this taxi.
"Tell me," he demands, his voice low and urgent. "Tell me what you've fantasized about."
In the royal household, desire remains unspoken—a weakness to be managed, not expressed. But here, with Daniel's weight anchoring me, with his hands mapping my body like uncharted territory, I find the courage to voice what I've kept locked away.
"Everything," I confess, my accent thickening with desire. "Your mouth, so warm and wet on mine. Your hands, roaming over my body, setting every inch of my skin on fire." I trail a line of kisses down his jawline. "The sounds you might make when I touch you... when I'm inside you," I whisper into his ear, my voice husky with need.
Daniel's answering groan vibrates against my lips as I press them to his throat. His head falls back, exposing more of his neck to my exploration.
"The real thing is even better," he manages, his voice breaking as my teeth graze his pulse point.
Daniel's hips rock against mine with mounting urgency, his breathing ragged in my ear. The world outside the taxi cab fades away—the blaring radio, the flash of passing streetlights, the honks of impatient drivers—all of it melts away until there's only us, our bodies a tangle of need and desire.
"Harry," Daniel pants against my neck, his voice strained. "I'm close—I can't hold on much longer."
I grip his hips tighter, guiding his movements as I grind up into him. "Me neither," I manage through gritted teeth. "I want to see you come apart for me."
Daniel moans low in his throat as he kisses me messily, roughly, biting at my lower lip before moving down to my jawline. His fingers dig into my hair, angling our bodies together just so, sending delicious shivers of pain-laced pleasure down my spine. The dual sensations push me closer to the edge, and I know I won't last much longer either.
"Look at me," I command in a husky voice. "I want to see your face when you come."
Daniel reluctantly pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes dark with lust and desire. The vulnerability in those chocolate orbs undoes me completely. I watch as he teeters on the edge, his face contorting with pleasure as he reaches climax, and it's all it takes to send me over the edge as well. We both moan out our releases together, our bodies shuddering in unison as we ride out our orgasms together.
I bury my face against Daniel's neck to muffle my moan as waves of intense pleasure crash over me. He holds me through it, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his own climax.
For several moments, we stay like that—Daniel's weight on my lap, our foreheads pressed together, our breath mingling as we slowly return to ourselves. His hands cup my face with a tenderness that makes my heart ache, his thumbs brushing gently across my cheekbones.
"That was..." Daniel trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.
I laugh softly, feeling lighter than I have in years. "Yeah," I agree, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "It was."
Daniel shifts slightly on my lap, grimacing a bit at the mess we've made. "Not exactly how I planned this day to go," he admits with a sheepish grin.
"Me neither, but I wouldn't change it for the world," I respond, cradling Daniel's face in my hands. "That was so much better than anything I could have imagined."
