Page 24 of The Prince's Game
“So if you’re not here about the contract, why did you stop by?”
“I’m hiding from my parents.”
“You own the hotel, and you chose my room to hide in? I’m flattered.”
He smiled. “With you dressed like that? I might have to hide in here more often.”
“You’re welcome anytime, as long as I can keep the phone. Which reminds me, I’ll need a charger.” I turned it off to reserve the power, but it wouldn’t last long.
“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” He rolled onto his side, keeping that arm tucked under his head while the other fell over his flat abdomen. “What if I want something in return?”
“Such as?”
He brushed his knuckles over my cheek and down my neck, pausing at my collarbone. “Kissing with a little light petting might encourage me to get you that phone charger sooner rather than later.”
I scooted closer, craving his intimate touch. “Upgrade light to heavy and you have yourself a deal, Mister Mershano.”
“I like the way you negotiate, Miss Summers.” His hand wrapped around my neck, and his thumb caressed the tender skin behind my ear.
“Feel free to proposition me anytime,” I whispered, his lips an inch from mine.
“Deal.” He took my mouth in a slow, burning kiss, sending butterflies to my lower belly. I closed the gap between our bodies by rolling onto him and forcing him onto his back. My nipples tightened as I aligned my chest with his and slid one leg between his thighs. My core met his hips, setting my veins on fire with sensation. He felt amazing beneath me—all hard, hot, aroused male.
I took control of our kiss, twisting my tongue with his in a way I knew drove a man mad. One of his hands fisted in my hair as the other went to my ass to press me harder against him. Bourbon notes hit my throat, making me moan. He had good taste in alcohol, and it paired well with the red wine I enjoyed earlier. I cradled his face between my hands, angling his lips the way I wanted them, and seduced him with my mouth. The squeeze on my backside told me he approved of my attentions.
I loved that he let me take the lead. Most men wanted to call the shots in and out of the bedroom, but Evan was proving to be an equal-opportunity lover. The kiss the other night was a mating of mouths, which ran at his pace. Tonight was about what I wanted, and the hard man beneath me had no qualms about it. I had no doubt he would eventually assert his dominance, as powerful men were wont to do, but he was letting me have my fun.
Buzzing hit my inner thighs, going straight to my clit. I bit off a groan and pulled back. “Do you need to answer that?”
“I should.” His fingers knotted in my hair and pulled me back down for another kiss, his tongue spearing my lips to take charge. I ran my hand through his hair, down his neck, and along his bulging bicep. The silk of his dress shirt was the perfect barrier, giving him the silk-over-steel feel. I trailed my fingers down to his exposed forearms and back up, luxuriating in every inch.
The vibrations started again, resulting in delicious sensations between my legs. If it were a few inches higher, it would be in the perfect location to make this all the more interesting. His hand slipped upward beneath my tank top to my bare back, those clever fingers working their way closer to my ribcage. I was about to sit up and pull off my shirt for easier access when his phone went off again. He growled deep in his chest, a pleasant surprise for my aching nipples.
“They’re not going to stop calling.” He traced my lower lip with his tongue.
“The vibrations are not bothering me.”
His grin was wicked. “I’ll have to remember that.” He restarted our kiss only to pull back as the buzzing began again. The hand under my shirt went to his pocket. “Don’t move.” He placed the phone to his ear. “Yes, Mother?”
“Where are you?” Either the volume was at full blast or Ellen was yelling.
“In the hotel.” He winked up at me. I held my lips a few tantalizing inches from him, ready to resume whenever he finished the call.
“Where in the hotel?”
“What does it matter?”
“Don’t give me that. You’re supposed to be taking this seriously.”
“I’m taking this very seriously.” His brown eyes were on my lips, the hand in my hair sliding down to wrap around my neck. “But I’m working right now.” I cocked an eyebrow at that.
“Negotiations,” he mouthed.
“Right,” I mouthed back and nuzzled his chin. The hand around my neck tightened, as did his lower body.
“We need to discuss the filming schedule for the fourth episode.”
“What about it? Paul mentioned the yacht.”
