Page 116 of American Royalty

She began walking. “Are you planning to meet your girlfriend here?”

Instead of answering, he met her in the middle of the room, clasped her nape, and dragged her close, sealing his mouth over hers and claiming her lips.

There was no resistance at all as she melted into him. She tasted of champagne and sweets and the thing that was totally her. That had him addicted. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his body against hers. She moaned and he kissed down her throat, wanting to claim her. Wanting to taste all of her skin.

As if he hadn’t done exactly that in the past three weeks.

He brought his lips back to hers and lifted her in his arms. Frantically looking around—why were there so many bloody figurines and vases covering every inch of usable surface!—he backed heragainst the only bare space on the wall, next to the fireplace. Her legs clamped around his waist. He dragged his lips and tongue across the cleavage he’d been studying earlier. She hummed and pressed his head tighter to her body, ruining his prudently styled hair.

He didn’t care.

He slid one finger inside of her and his eyes rolled back in his head at her wetness. He added a second digit, thrusting in and out of her snug heat.

“Yes... baby,” she keened, holding on to him and riding his hand.

Rotating those fingers, he crooked them upward and massaged the hard nub of her G-spot.

“Fuck! Jay! Baby!” She exploded against him.

He kissed her to muffle the sound and undid his zipper, allowing his erect cock to spring free. Gripping its base, he plunged it into her pussy. They both groaned at the joining and her forehead fell forward onto his shoulder. Then there was no finesse, no slow loving. His hips pumped as he slammed into her. Unable to check the need to claim her. To let her know how much he wanted her.

Using his body and one hand to hold her steady against the wall, he used his other hand to force her head up and back until they were staring at each other.

“You’re everything. You’re everywhere. Your scent teases me. Your taste taunts me. Your skin is the smoothest. Your ass is incredible. And you feel amazing. It’s all I ever think about. All I want. Do you understand?”

“I do, baby. I do,” she whimpered.

Pleasure zipped up his spine and he both welcomed and dreaded his impending release. But it was inevitable, as was falling for the woman in his arms. As he came, to stifle the bellow that wanted totear from him, he sealed his mouth around the pulse in her neck. When she joined him, several moments later, one hand clutched the front of his shirt and she slapped the other one over her mouth.

They both were breathing heavy and he took a moment to gather his thoughts.

“Look at me,” he said quietly, wanting her to see the truth of his words.

She did, with lust and satisfaction in her beautiful eyes. But even now, some of that satisfaction was ceding to her earlier hurt. He wouldn’t let that happen.

“I have duties as a royal. Especially as the face of this event. But I’d much rather be with you. Here or anywhere else. Doing this or not. We could’ve watched a movie, played a game, or simply read. As long as I was with you.”

He searched her gaze, hoping she believed him.

“I know that. I do. It’s just... This wasn’t part of the plan,” she said, in a weighty whisper. “What are we doing?”

If only he had the answer.