Page 59 of Royal Trouble

She pushed him over the arm of the couch, and he fell back on the cushions, looking entirely self-satisfied until “Carry On Wayward Son” blasted from the television.

“What the hell?” He pulled the remote out from under his ass and gave it a scathing look.

Everly grinned and climbed over the edge of the couch, stretching her body out over top of his as she snatched the remote from his hand and tossed it over her shoulder. “House rules. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but it’s kind of hot.” He hooked a hand behind her neck, drawing her in for a kiss. She kissed him slow and deep, spreading her thighs to straddle him properly.

Every time things between them started to heat up, someone interrupted. But this time it would be different. They had all night, and she wanted to take her time. To explore his body as he’d explored hers before moving on to the main event.

Oh, who was she kidding? Just the thought of Xander’s mouth on her, of his cock filling her, had her wet. Her body had craved this man for weeks, even if her brain had been in total denial.

Xander tugged the hem of her T-shirt up over her breasts, and she wriggled out of it, tossing it to the floor as his fingers stroked her back. When she looked down, his heavy-lidded gaze was focused on her boobs. He slipped a finger under the strap of her lacy white bra and pushed it to the side, watching as it fell off her shoulder. Then his hands were cupping her breasts, massaging and exploring with such tenderness it ached.

She arched into the touch, desperate for more, and he didn’t disappoint. He took her in his mouth, biting her hardened nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra. God, why was she still wearing the thing anyway? Skin to skin would be so much better.

Reaching behind her, she unhooked the clasp and shrugged out of the restrictive garment.

It was a simple thing, but the way Xander looked up at her, as if she were a treasure he’d always coveted, it unhinged her. She needed to make him feel every bit as good as he’d made her feel in that wine cellar. No, better.

He deserved it. Not because she’d screwed him over so royally in the past, but because he was an amazing man, and fuck anyone who couldn’t see what an incredible person he’d become. Despite all odds, despite the rumors, the bad press, the even worse decisions, he’d turned his life around. And he wasn’t done yet. She knew in the depths of her soul that his work with the Blue and Gold Foundation would be immeasurable. Not because he had the might of the crown behind him, but because he was passionate about serving Valeria’s soldiers and their families. He was compassionate, charismatic, and he connected with people in a way few could.

But he was off the clock now, which meant for this one night, he was hers and hers alone. No paparazzi, no obligations, no rules. She planned to enjoy it while it lasted.

Everly leaned forward, brushing a feather-light kiss across his lips as she went to work on the buttons of his shirt. The soft fabric teased her sensitive nipples in this position, but she focused on Xander, on the hard planes of his chest, on the cut of his abs, on the way his military service had carved such a beautiful form. She dragged her nails over his chest, and he shuddered, his breath coming hot and fast against her cheek.

She peppered kisses along his jaw, the scruff of his five o’clock shadow scraping her tender flesh and sending a delicious thrill down her spine. When she rolled her hips, rubbing herself against his hardened cock, his eyes drifted shut and he squeezed her thighs.

“Evie.”

It was half plea, half exhalation, and it heightened her excitement tenfold. For once, she was the one in control and he was at her mercy. She lavished kisses on his heated skin, cutting a path down his abdomen as she went to work unfastening his pants. The moment she freed his cock, it stood tall and proud before her, the velvety skin begging for her touch. She ran her fingers up the length of his shaft, earning another groan that could’ve been pleasure or pain. More firmly, she took him in hand, stroking his length as he watched from under heavily lidded eyes.

“You already know how I like it.”

He lifted his hips, pumping into her hand.

Uh, uh.That wouldn’t do at all. Royal or not, she wasn’t about to let him wrest control from her. Not this time. Not when they were finally on equal footing, overwhelmed by the onslaught of emotion as they gave themselves over to pleasure.

Placing a hand on his abdomen, she pushed him back down and brought her mouth to his cock, looking up to make sure he was watching. She didn’t have to worry. His ravenous gaze was fixed on her.

Emboldened, she licked the head of his cock with the flat of her tongue.

This time Xander groaned in earnest, spurring her on as she swirled the tip of her tongue around his cock and took him deep, licking and sucking and savoring the musky taste of him. He rocked his hips, fucking her mouth with a slow, easy rhythm that had heat pooling in her belly as her own arousal took hold, turning every nerve ending in her body into a live wire.

…

Holy fuck. Everly’s mouth was…everything. He couldn’t think straight with her plump lips wrapped around his cock. If she kept that up, he was going to lose control and come in her mouth.

Next time.

Tonight, he wanted to come inside her. Nothing else would do, not when she was looking at him like she’d never wanted anything more than she wanted him. Not when he could finally have her. When there was no one and nothing to interrupt.

“Evie.”

She shot him a teasing smile and licked him again, swirling her tongue around his shaft like she was licking a goddamn ice cream cone. White-hot need sizzled across his skin, and he stiffened, willing himself not to come.

Bloody hell.

Xander gripped her hips and flipped her over, reversing their positions so that Everly’s back was pinned to the couch.