Page 63 of The Prince's Game
“Do you have any idea how much I missed you?” It was a breath against my lips.
“Probably about as much as I missed you,” I whispered, angling my head to kiss him.
“Debatable.” He kissed me with a force I felt all the way down to my toes. This was nothing like our embrace in the house’s foyer a few hours ago. It was too public to be what we wanted. There was nothing public about this. I twined my fingers in his thick hair, pulling him closer. His talented tongue was doing all sorts of wickedly delicious things in my mouth. I swallowed a moan as he plunged deep, taking control and showing me just how he intended to extract his forgiveness.
He popped the button open on my jeans and slid down the zipper. The act alone left me wet and aching for him. He lowered the fabric, exposing my silky black thong and traced the inky hem along the inside of my thigh. His light caress sparked a white-hot passion inside me. My experience wasn’t vast, but I knew without an inkling of a doubt that Evan Mershano had ruined me for other men. And I couldn’t bring myself to care, not when he was touching me like this.
His lips kissed a path along my jaw to my ear, and he nibbled the lobe. “I’m going to show you how much I missed you by devouring every inch of you.”
“No complaints here.”
“Good.” He grazed his teeth down my neck before going to his knees in front of me. I trembled under the force of those chocolate eyes. Possession lied in their depths. He was about to make me fully and truly his, and I didn’t have the willpower to deny him.
He slid my jeans down inch by slow inch, kissing and nipping the exposed skin along the way. My socks and boots disappeared with the pants, leaving my lower half exposed. His dark gaze went to my silky thong, admiring the view as he pulled it down to join my clothes on the floor. His palms went to my inner thighs, pushing them apart and granting him better access to my burning arousal. He licked my seam—light enough to taste and tease at the same time. My fingers tightened in his hair as my opposite palm went to the cabinets behind me for support.
“Mmm, I certainly missed this.” His hot breath against my sensitive flesh made tension coil at the base of my spine. I nearly lost my balance when the flat of his tongue hit my clit. The unexpected pressure coupled with five days of Evan withdrawal had me closer to orgasm than I ever thought possible.
“Fuck.” My voice trembled as the word traveled from my lips and into the humid air of the cabin.
“Soon.” He sucked my sensitive nub into his mouth, causing me to cry out. My nipples strained against my bra. My sweater needed to go, but if I moved my hands, I would fall. The palm against the cabinet was the only thing keeping me upright while he destroyed me below. I wanted to marry his tongue. The wicked things it did in my mouth were nothing compared to what he was doing to the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs.
His fingers teased my entrance, prolonging the anticipation. Then he thrust two of them deep into me and hit a spot I didn’t know existed. It tipped me over the edge into an orgasm so consuming that I thought for sure the plane was going to combust around me. His free hand went to my lower abdomen to hold me against the wall, while his body kept my legs upright. Without his support, I would have collapsed. No question.
My limbs shook, and my breathing came in pants. The quickness combined with the force of pleasure made it one of the strongest orgasms of my life. I was still catching my breath when his mouth captured mine. His jeans and boxers were gone faster than I could blink, and then he was lifting me into the air and wrapping my legs around his waist. He entered me in one thrust, his member hot and pulsing inside of me. I shuddered around him.Yes, this is what I want to remember.Every. Single. Thrust.
My arousal was thick on his tongue, adding to the moment. Renewed desire licked fire through my veins and pooled deep in my belly. Not even minutes after an earth-shattering orgasm and I was ready to have another. It was the heat below, so intense, sonew. His cock was on fire inside of me. I’d never felt anything like it. If five days without him could do this to me, what would a few months feel like? Would I ever get over this?
Our position allowed him to drive deep, stroking me in places that sparked sensations low in my abdomen. His hands were on my hips, holding me tight against him as he thrust harder and harder. I panted his name, encouraging him as the bundle of nerves grew into a flame.
“Oh God,” I breathed. I was going to come again from his thrusts alone.Impossible.
I screamed his name as ecstasy overwhelmed my senses, sending me into a foreign abyss. He followed soon after, his pleasure hot and wet inside of me. I grasped his shoulders for support, my body incapable of moving anywhere but down. If he let go, I would be on the floor for a long time. His forehead rested against mine as we collectively caught our breath.
Sweat beaded down my spine and pooled between my breasts. I really needed the sweater to come off and maybe a shower. Especially with the wetness between my legs. It was thicker and hotter than usual, no doubt a compliment to Evan’s skill. I tried to move my arms to remove the wool from my skin, but my limbs shook too much.
As my euphoric high subsided, rational thought started to inch its way into my mind. His hard cock pulsed deep inside. The heat radiating from him down there was too natural. The wetness between my legs took on a new meaning.
“We forgot to use a condom.” Five days apart removed reason from the equation.
“Yeah, we did.” His burning gaze held mine. “Want to do it again?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
31
A Flashy Gift
We took a shower together and had sex again without a condom. It was slower, more intimate, and ended with my legs around his waist as he braced me against the wall. My spine would be decorated with some questionable bruises tomorrow, but I had no regrets. None at all.
“You’ve ruined my relationship with condoms,” Evan murmured as he wrapped me up in a plush towel. He wore a matching one low on his hips.
“Seems only fair, as you’ve ruined my relationship with travel.” The bathroom on his jet rivaled the one in my suite at his house. It was twice the size of the one in my Chicago apartment and way nicer. The marble floors, glass shower doors, and oversized sinks were to die for. “Can I live on your jet?” Despite all the rocking we were doing, I barely registered that we were moving. This was so much better than traveling in cattle class on the airlines.
He chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t give me any ideas, Sarah.”
I slid my arms around his waist and rested my chin on his bare chest. “And what ideas are you having, Mister Mershano?”
“Hmm.” He kissed my forehead and returned my hug. “You living naked on my jet would certainly make business travel more interesting. It would inspire me to travel more for work, but I might have issues making meetings on time.”
