Page 131 of Bossy Wicked Prince

He sucks in a breath and presses a kiss to the spot below my ear. “Kitten, you have no idea what it was like thinking I lost you for good.”

I gaze up at him, overwhelmed by his honesty. By the fact that if I want it, he’ll be mine to kiss, mine to cherish, mine tolove.

“But I do. The last month was torture. Promise we’ll never do that again.”

He chuckles. “You’re the one who broke up with me.”

“Yeah, well, next time don’t let me.”

He reaches for me, bringing my face up to his for another kiss. When he pulls away, there’s another smudge of powdered sugar on his cheek.

“This stuff really got everywhere,” I say, rubbing it away with my thumb.

“Let’s fix that.” There’s a wicked edge to his voice.

Weaving his hands in mine, he pulls me back toward the bedroom.

He leads me through his bedroom, and into his adjoining bathroom. Somehow, I’ve never been in here before—I always used the one in the guest room. It’s beautifully luxurious, with sophisticated slate-colored tiles and warm lighting.

Nate opens the glass door to his gigantic shower. There’s a large rainwater head above, with multiple fancy side nozzles.

Nate turns on the knob and touches the water to check the heat. He fiddles with the knob until he finally decides it’s the right temperature before turning to me.

“Lift your arms for me, Kitten.”

I lift my arms, and he smiles before he takes his time rolling my sweater and shirt up my ribs and peeling it from my arms. He undoes the button and zipper on my jeans next, getting to his knees to shimmy them over my hips and down my legs.When he hooks his fingers in my panties, he looks up at me for permission.

He doesn’t ask the question, but I answer it anyway. “Pink.”

He grins up at me. “You remembered.”

“Couldn’t forget if I tried.”

He drags my panties down my legs, placing his fingers in the bend behind my knee to lift my feet from the loops so he can toss them aside.

When he’s done he doesn’t get up right away, instead splaying his hands over my thighs, running them up the length of me and back down so slowly. Reverently as he reacquaints himself with my body. Then he leans his head against my hip and sighs, just breathing into me for a moment.

In his actions, I read the fine print.

I missed you

I love you.

Overwhelmed with affection, I run my fingers through his thick hair. Powdered sugar comes off on my hand, reminding me of why we need this shower in the first place.

“Come on,” I urge gently. “Let me get this sugar out of your hair.”

He lets me guide him back to standing with me and stays still while I undress him. It’s a struggle, since he’s at least a full head taller than me and we laugh when he has to bend all the way over for me to yank his shirt off.

After I’m finished and we step into the shower, I gasp when the warm water hits my body. It feels so goddamn good on my already sensitized skin, and I close my eyes to savor it running over my hair and down my cheeks. It’s like I’m stepping into a summer rain; everything feels hot and wet and perfect.

I smooth my hair back away from my eyes, turning my face up to the water. I run my hands down, over my neck andbetween my breasts, over my soft belly and down to my thighs. I hear a low groan, and something grazes my stomach.

When I open my eyes, Nate’s in front of me, fully naked, his cock already harder than granite. Just looking at it makes my pussy throb with anticipation.

The water moves beautifully down his body, dripping down between the lines of his muscles. I can’t resist leaning down to kiss his chest, tasting his warm skin and the remnants of scattered sugar before the water washes it fully away.

Nate cups my face under the gentle stream of water, tipping my face to his. His thumb brushes my jaw, gaze so deep and piercing I can feel it all the way to my bones as he leans down and presses his mouth to mine.