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It was strangely a relief. I didn’t have to perform. I didn’t have to have the right words. I didn’t have to have any answers or worry about how things were for him.
He told me. Bluntly, graphically, over and over how things were for him. And what he wanted from me. And what he wanted to do to me, what he wanted me to do to him. Hell, what he wanted me to do to myself.
It was amazing. I could just shut my brain off and follow his lead and enjoy.
And oh, had I enjoyed. That had been heavenly.
And yes, it had resulted in me being more open and vulnerable with him than I was with anyone other than Ruby.
“Are you cold?” Cian asks.
The fire pit is about five feet behind me, the orange flames lighting the area in a soft glow but keeping us mostly in shadow.
“The very opposite of cold.”
“Then I need to see all of you,” he tells me.
I have never been naked in my backyard. I’ve never even been out here in a swimming suit. But I don’t hesitate to peel off my t-shirt and then sports bra, tossing them to the chair beside Cian’s.
“Come here.”
I step forward.
He unzips his pants and lowers his jeans and boxers. I watch as he draws his hard cock out, stroking the length firmly.
I remember how well he filled me, how it felt to have him hammering into me, one of my legs thrown over his shoulder. I also remember how it felt to have him moving slowly and deeply as he looked into my eyes. I shiver. The sex had been intense, not just because of the size of his cock and how well he used it, but because ofhim. And yes, the connection between us, dammit.
“I’ve thought of you every damned night, Scarlett,” he tells me, his voice rough.
He looks frustrated about that, maybe even a little angry.
I swallow. “Me too.”
“Do you know how hard it is to resist the urge to throw you over my shoulder, get on my plane, fly to Cara, and tie you to my bed until you agree to marry me?” he asks.
My eyes widen. But not because of his words. I’m startled by how my heart flips and starts pounding.
I donotwant that.
But it sure as hell is nice to have someone want me that much.
Yeah, yeah, the pathetic side of me that has been trying to be good but has had approval withheld since I was a little girl is a loud bitch sometimes.
“Is kidnapping legal in Cara?” I ask, trying to sound flippant and flirty.
“Everything is legal for the royal family.”
I give him a half smile. “That doesn’t sound right.”
He shrugs. “Come here and make it up to me and maybe we won’t need to worry about kidnapping and the legalities.”
I note the ‘maybe’, but I don’t need any further encouragement to get his hands back on me. I crawl onto his lap, straddling his thighs again. But this time I’m completely naked. When he slides his hand down to cup me this time there’s nothing between his big, hot palm and my very wet center.
I suck in a quick breath as he slides his finger over my clit.
“So wet,” he murmurs.
I nod.