Page 86 of Royal Trouble
“Less talking, more kissing,” she said, rocking her hips against him in a slow, seductive rhythm.
He didn’t have to be told twice. He cupped the back of Everly’s head and pulled her in close. Their noses brushed, and then their lips were crashing together as he tangled his fingers in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. She moaned softly and unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his cock. Anticipation sizzled along his spine as she took him in hand, wrapping her delicate hand around his shaft. She stroked him with deft fingers, rubbing the palm of her hand over his head on the upstroke. Unable to restrain himself, he groaned aloud, and she swallowed the sound with another blistering kiss.
“I need to be inside you, love.” He tugged at her knickers, but there was no way to remove them without breaking contact, so he shoved them to the side and positioned himself at her opening.
Everly nodded and lowered herself again, taking him quick and deep.
Fuuuck.
The skin-to-skin contact was a game changer, the tension at the base of his spine increasing tenfold. They’d had the talk months ago, and with Everly on birth control, they no longer needed to worry about using condoms every time. He’d never done this with another woman, but he trusted Everly implicitly—as she trusted him—and that made the sex so much hotter. He looked into her eyes as she rode him, rocking her hips as he thrust up from below. Their bodies slapped together in a frenzied harmony, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
It was fucking beautiful. Just like Everly.
The emotion nearly overwhelmed him, squeezing his chest tight as he raced toward oblivion. Everly bit her bottom lip, the flesh plumping around her teeth. She was close. So close. He slipped a hand under her skirt, circling her clit with his thumb just the way she liked it. After only a few strokes, Everly threw her head back and cried out his name, dragging him over the cliff with her as her body clamped down on his. His own release came hard and fast. Shockwaves of pleasure racked his body, blurring his vision and narrowing his view of the world down to the sexy woman before him.
She collapsed against his chest, and he held her tight, determined to never let go. He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, but when she sat up and started to slide off of him, he held her in place. Their eyes locked, and she looked at him with such love and adoration that his heart nearly burst.
“I love you so damn much, Evie. And one day soon, when you’re ready, I’m going to marry you.” She lowered her forehead to his, looking him straight in the eye as she cupped his cheeks and brushed a gentle kiss across his lips. “You’re all I need in this life. The rest is just noise, and I’d give it all up for you. The title, the palace—everything—if that’s what it took to make you happy.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered, her lips brushing his as she spoke. “So much. But you know how I feel about weddings.” She frowned. “I barely survived Liam and Elena’s wedding. The idea of going through that all over again—and being responsible for the planning?” She shuddered. “So not happening.”
Xander laughed. “Who says we have to have a big wedding?”
“Um, only everyone.”
“Bollocks. There are some perks to being the spare, you know.” He slipped his arms around her, rubbing small circles on her lower back. “We can fly to a remote island where you can go barefoot and drink champagne from a coconut,” he promised, recalling her ideal wedding scenario. He didn’t give a damn about royal protocol. All he cared about was making Everly happy. “The most important thing is that we’re together and I get to spend the rest of my life loving you.”
“Sold.” She gave a firm nod of the head, as if there was nothing else to discuss.
Xander’s pulse spiked. “Did you just agree to marry me?”
“Yes.” She lowered her mouth to his, kissing him slow and deep before she continued. “I love you, Xander. Royal title—and baggage—or not. There’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.”
Christ. Love was turning him into a soft bastard, because those words wrapped themselves around his heart like a warm fucking embrace, and he didn’t mind it one bit.
“So let’s do it.” Hell, he’d marry her at city hall if it meant he didn’t have to wait another bloody minute. “Why wait?”
“Are you…are you suggesting we elope?” she asked. To her credit, she only sounded half as skeptical as he’d expected.
“Yes.”
She looked up at him with love shining in her eyes, her smile as big and bright as he’d ever seen it. He knew in his gut what she would say next, and it made him the luckiest man on the planet.
“Yes.”