Page 60 of Royal Trouble

“I need to be inside you, but if you keep that up, I won’t last much longer.”

She smirked. “Did you actually just admit a shortcoming?”

He arched a brow at the terrible pun, and she laughed, low and husky, the sound going straight to his aching balls.

“I’m long where it counts, love.” To prove his point, he rubbed his cock against her, the soft cotton of her tiny shorts the only barrier between them. Everly sighed and arched her back, tempting him with those perfect tits. He cupped her breast and lowered his mouth, circling the rosy peak with his tongue before biting down gently. She tasted amazing. Like citrus and fucking sunshine.

He could do this all night.

She wrapped her legs around him, her smooth, silky calves locking behind his back as she levered her hips up to change the angle of their joining.

Fuck. His balls were going to explode. Time to lose those shorts.

He grabbed the waistband of her pajama bottoms and began to pull them down. With a grin, Everly released him and wiggled out of the shorts as he stood and stripped off his own clothes, taking care to grab a condom from the pocket of his trousers.

She watched as he tore the packet open and rolled the condom on, her tongue tracing a slow path around the edge of her lips as if remembering the taste of him.

Bollocks. Everything about her was a damn test of his self-control. One he was bound to fail eventually, but for tonight, at least, he needn’t worry. They were on the same page, both craving the release that came from weeks of pent-up frustration. Not to mention the bloody staff cock-blocking them at every turn.

When he returned to the couch, he crawled up the length of her body, taking pleasure in the way her eyes grew wide at the sight of the predatory smile on his face. He settled between her thighs, his cock nudging at her entrance.

Finally.

Everly brought her leg up, and he stroked her calf, pushing her knee higher as he brushed a kiss across her smooth skin. She wriggled beneath him, eyes dark with desire as she made a silent plea for more.

“I’ve wanted this since the first time I laid eyes on you at the bar.” He brushed a kiss across her lips this time, slow and sultry. “I remember thinking there couldn’t be anything more beautiful than the sight of you in that little pink number, but I was wrong.” He kissed her more deeply this time, their tongues mating in a seductive dance as their bodies twined together in anticipation of that first thrust. “You’ve never been more beautiful than you are in this moment.”

She said nothing but rolled her hips, sliding his cock along her center.

Christ, she was wet.

With one swift motion, he thrust into her, seating himself to the hilt as her tight pussy enveloped him. Everly cried out as he filled her, eyes losing focus.

“Oh-my-fucking-god-Xander.”

He didn’t know if it was a curse or a prayer, but he was right there with her, hovering at the edge of oblivion. Now that he was buried between her thighs, the pressure at the base of his spine had him sweating. He’d never felt anything like it. It was as if every cell in his body were attuned to Everly and the pleasure he’d promised.

The pleasure he would deliver, because no way would he leave her wanting. Not when he was well on his way to the best orgasm of his life. After the oral play, he might not last long, but he’d make every stroke count.

Everly slipped a hand around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss as she slowly began to move, tilting her hips to get his cock right where she wanted him. With her other hand, she caressed his back, her short nails scraping over his skin and cutting a path to his ass.

Fuuuuck.

She was so tight. Much more of this and she’d pull him over the edge whether he was ready or not. He withdrew slowly, matching her languid pace. When the tip of his cock teased her opening, he thrust back into her, hard and fast. She moaned and captured his mouth with hers, as if trying to muffle her own cries.

Fuck that. He didn’t care if the bloody guards on the other side of the property heard them; he wouldn’t be denied.

He withdrew again, and this time he held his position, drawing a quiet whimper of frustration from Everly. “Don’t you dare try to hide those sexy little sounds from me, Evie. They’re mine, do you understand?” He sank into her, punctuating each sentence with a thrust of his aching cock. “Every single one of them,” he said possessively, “belongs to me.”

She nodded.

“That’s my girl,” he rasped, angling his hips and thrusting upward. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he wanted to claw them back, but it was too late. Once spoken, he couldn’t unsay them. But maybe he didn’t need to. They felt…right. And Everly didn’t seem to mind. She tangled her fingers in his hair and stretched up to kiss him, her lips claiming his as if to agree.

Riding high from Everly’s reassurance, he quickened the pace, sinking into her over and over as they soared toward release. She looked as frantic as he felt, her kisses growing rabid, her motions faster and less controlled as her own orgasm built.

“Come for me, Evie. I need to feel that tight pussy of yours squeeze my cock when you come.”

Needed it like he needed his next goddamn breath.