Page 47 of The Prince's Game
“That’s what Rachel tells me. Apparently he’s the ‘devil.’?” I used finger quotes around the nickname.
Amusement teased his expression. “An apt description. Garrett’s into some kinky shit. But that’s not how he got the pseudonym.”
That piqued my interest. “Meaning?”
“Another time.” He shook his head and finished his wine. “I’m more interested in discussing you.” His pupils flared as he zeroed in on my lips. He set aside his glass. “Paul made me describe you in the lobby for the camera as part of the post-date interview. He had cue cards, but I refused to read them.”
“Bet he didn’t like that.” Whenever I tried to go off script, they made me start over.
“Not at first, but he approved in the end.” His grin was sinful. “Want to hear my description of you, Sarah?”
My nipples hardened under his gaze. “Does it involve my rack?”
“It does indeed.”
I set my glass on the table and moved to straddle his lap on the lounge chair. The strong wood base and plush top were made for lovers. My knees were cushioned on either side of his strong thighs. I didn’t want there to be any confusion about where tonight was headed. From the dilation of his pupils, the message was received.
“Well?” I placed my hands on his chest as he grabbed my hips. “How did you describe me, Mister Mershano?”
His dimples made me swoon.So fucking hot.
“Mmm, I told them you’re a gorgeous woman with a drive that rivals my own, enough intellect and sarcastic humor to keep me entertained for a lifetime, and a body that drives me wild.” He pulled my hair away from my face and let it fall down my back. “Physically, I described you as a temptress with fantastic tits, athletic legs that tangle well with mine, a firm ass, and a smile that tempts me even on my worst days.”
“Tits is not my favorite word.” But the rest of his description left me feeling gooey inside, especially the part about my intellect and humor. That usually turned men off, not on.
“Fantastic breasts, then.” He corrected. “With rosy nipples that melt in my mouth.”
I shivered. “Melt?”
“Yes.” He demonstrated through my dress, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I arched into him, my fingers lacing through his thick hair. I wasn’t sure about my breasts, but my core was melting. That one touch soaked my panties right through.
“They look rigid to me,” I told him when he latched on to the other breast. My dress was wet around the stiff peak. His hand went to my ass, gripping firmly as he sucked harder. “Jesus.”
He bit my nipple, making me cry out. “Rigid maybe, but still melting, sweetheart.” He pulled my dress over my head and threw it, along with my strapless bra, on the ground. “And gorgeous.”
His lips against my bare skin nearly toppled me to the floor. He was right. There was something to be said about delayed gratification. My skin was so sensitive from denying my desires over the last few weeks. I ached for him in places I didn’t know I could ache. The apex between my thighs throbbed, and my breasts felt heavy in his hands. He lapped at my nipples, shooting pleasure to every nerve ending.
I hooked my thumbs in the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He grinned up at me with those chocolate eyes before returning to my breasts, licking and nipping wherever he pleased. I ran my nails down his hard pecs to his rippled abs and followed the light dusting of hair to his belt buckle. “You brought a condom this time, right?”
“No.” He suckled my breast, making me groan in pleasure and frustration, before clarifying. “I brought condoms—as in, plural.”
“I was about to send you back to your room.”
“Not a chance in hell.” He trailed kisses along my collarbone to my neck and up to my mouth. His tongue delved deep, exploring, and possessed me down to my toes. Each thrust was filled with an intent that left me breathless in his arms.
“Foreplay is a fantastic pastime, but all these weeks of wanting you has driven me mad.” It was a growl against my lips. “I might be less than eloquent here, sweetheart.” His words were punctuated by a rip of lace, leaving me naked and exposed above him. I arched into his palm as it met my hot center. There were benefits to straddling a man in a chair, and easy access to my sweet spot was one of them.
“You’re doing just fine,” I breathed, more than ready to escalate things between us. He plunged two fingers into me at once, eliciting a gasp from my throat. “Just fine,” I repeated as he sucked a nipple hard into his mouth.
A fire burned deep within my lower abdomen. It ignited with our foreplay on the beach and burned throughout our date, waiting for this moment. A few passionate thrusts stroked the flames to a blaze that heated my veins. I loosened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Lifting up onto my knees put my breasts level with his lips. He took full advantage, sucking a nipple into his mouth as I unzipped and pushed his pants down enough to free his member. He was without his boxer briefs tonight, no doubt knowing they wouldn’t be needed for long.
“Condom?” I prompted on a pant as he worked me over with his hand and mouth. The hand cupping my ass went to the pocket of his jeans to pull out a wrapper. I took it from him and nearly fell when he switched breasts, dragging his teeth along the way. I gripped the back of the chair as he drove deep into me with those two clever fingers and twirled my tender nipple with his tongue.Fuck. His mouth was lethal.
I caressed his cock with my free hand, while the other held the condom and helped me balance over his lap. His head fell back on a moan as I tightened my grip around his shaft and stroked him hard.Turnabout is fair play. I did it once more just to hear that sound again and ran my thumb over the head. It was drenched in pre-come, something that made me want to get on my knees and worship him with my mouth. I calmed my urge by licking the pad of my thumb. He looked up at me from under his lashes as I shuddered from his addictive taste.Smoky, salty, and all Evan.
I released my death grip on the chair, ripped open the foil packet, and rolled it over his impressive member. It pulsed in my hand. I couldn’t wrap my fingers around his girth, but somehow he was going to fit inside of me.We’ll make this work.
He pumped his fingers deep, leaving me panting against him, before removing his hand from between my legs. I felt bereft without him there, throbbing painfully with a need only he could satisfy. He wrapped a hand around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss that left no question as to what he wanted next. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and guided him to my entrance.
