Page 86 of A Royal Mistake

This time, Pippa moaned quietly and rocked her hips against him, her pussy sliding along his cock with the kind of friction that promised imminent satisfaction.

He groaned, resolve wavering.

She felt so fucking good. Maybe just the tip…

You’ve waited this long, Arschloch. You can wait a few more minutes.

With renewed determination, he kissed his way across Pippa’s collarbone, stretching his body out above hers as he went, her fevered skin flush with his. She rolled her hips and arched her back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, and he pounced on it, ignoring the sweat that beaded on his brow. When he finally captured Pippa’s lips, her kisses were as greedy and unrestrained as his own. Her mouth slanted across his with reckless abandon and she thrust her tongue in his mouth, desperate to join her body with his, even in this small way.

She rolled her hips beneath him and the head of his cock nudged at her opening.

“Condom,” he rasped, breaking the heated kiss.

When she looked up at him, her eyes were glassy and her pupils had dilated, but she nodded. He grabbed a condom from the drawer in the nightstand and tore it open, rolling it over his length with practiced ease.

Thank Christ these things had a three-year shelf life. It had never occurred to him that Pippa would want to have sex tonight, so he hadn’t stopped at the pharmacy. No, that wasn’t strictly true. He’d hoped she might want to take this step, but he hadn’t let himself believe it might actually happen.

It had seemed too presumptuous.

Right. Because it’s always better to be unprepared than presumptuous.

Verdammt. He was a fool. But weren’t all men fools in love?

He froze.

Love?

He’d never been in love before. Had certainly never made love before. But as he stared down at Pippa, at her brilliant smile and warm, trusting eyes, he knew that what he felt for the incredible woman before him was love. He loved the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about Stanley International. He loved her determination and the fierceness with which she went after the things she wanted, refusing to back down, even when faced with the might of the crown. Most of all, he loved the way she’d become as integral to his existence as breathing in just a few short weeks.

“Is, um, everything alright?” Pippa asked, chewing her lower lip.

“Everything is perfect, love.” He smiled and brushed a loose strand of hair back from her forehead before he stretched out above her. “Ready?”

She nodded. “Go slow, okay?”

He agreed and captured her mouth with his, pressing a tender kiss to her lips as he positioned himself at her entrance. Her breath hitched, and he deepened the kiss, ravaging her mouth. He poured all his love and adoration into it, determined to distract her from any pain and ensure she knew that what they were doing would never just be fucking.

Not between them.

He pressed into her slowly. Just the tip, giving her body time to adjust to his size before he filled her completely. Sweat pooled between his shoulder blades, a physical manifestation of the restraint it took not to seat himself to the hilt. At this rate, it would be a miracle if he didn’t embarrass himself with the world’s fastest orgasm.

Beneath him, Pippa rolled her hips.

A bolt of pleasure raced up the length of his cock.

Jesus Christ.She was going to kill him. His balls were going to explode. Was that even a thing?

Probably.

He could see the epitaph already:Here lies Heinrich von der Recke. He died from a busted nut.

“Henry?” Pippa looked up at him, uncertainty flashing in her eyes. “I changed my mind.”

Dread’s icy fingers gripped his spine.

“Do it fast,” she whispered. “I just want to get it over with.”

Thank Christ.