Page 12 of Royally Drawn (Resplendent Royals #3)
Weakness
INGRID
I turned in for the night, pacing in my stateroom. I’d tortured Keir. Or was he torturing me? Was it mutual? I didn’t know what I was doing. I couldn’t help but worry I’d get burned. And what did I even know?
I was flattered by a man who had a decade on me, was much more experienced, and would probably bore of me in five minutes. Still, that was why I was flattered. This gorgeous man who could have anyone wanted me. He was even willing to blow things up to make it possible. At the same time, if he did bore of me—and I was sure he would—why would it even matter? We could remain friendly and get this out of our systems, right?
I debated it. Could I lose my virginity to a sexy, fit prince? I’d be stupid to tell him no, right? Or was it wasting something prized and special? The virginity myth was nonsense, but shouldn’t a first time mean something ? Was it enough to feel good ?
Fuck. What was I doing?
Climbing into bed, I pulled my covers up over my head as if they would protect me from dirty thoughts and itchy fingers. I wanted to text him. I tried to booty call this man. Who was I? Put on a ship with a bunch of hot men, my resistance dwindled!
I pulled my phone off the charger and texted him.
ME
You up?
KEIR
Hello, Ingrid. Are you bored already?
ME
Depends
KEIR
My interest depends on your interest.
I rolled my eyes.
ME
Do you want to fuck me or not?
KEIR
Suddenly, you want me?
ME
Do you want me?
My interest declines over time.
He typed, stopped, and again typed.
KEIR
I am trying to come up with something sexy to say.
I thought of something sexy to say
ME
It’s fine. Your words can fail you. I can think of a dozen other things your mouth could do other than speak.
I could… a bit. I figured he probably knew a few more than I did.
Who was this woman? How did she even know how to say these dirty things?
KEIR
I could say the same.
ME
Do you want me or not?
KEIR
I need to let people settle if we’re going to get away with this.
Gimme a sec
I smiled at my attempt to drive the man crazy. Then, I panicked. Was I even prepared for a man to come to my room? How did you prepare for that? I had no time to ask anyone for advice. I wasn’t exactly in sexy clothing—an old competition T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Would it be better if I was naked? Or would that look desperate?
I debated when my door opened, and Keir poked his head in. He didn’t bother knocking, probably to avoid making noise. Not that it would matter. If we started fucking, we would probably make too much noise to ignore, right? He looked at me eagerly, even as I sat awkwardly in bed.
“I’m not exactly dressed sexy,” I said.
“You’re fine. You’ll probably be naked in a few minutes,” Keir tossed his shirt aside and climbed into bed.
I never got over how good his chest looked. He was fit.
“Don’t be so confident,” I said. “You think highly of yourself.”
Keir grazed my face with his open palm, cupping my cheek for a moment, then laced his fingers through my hair. Slowly, he pulled me in for a kiss. Our lips pressed together gently at first. Then, the pressure increased as my lips parted. Our tongues tangled, and my breathing picked up. He gripped my hair tighter, and I liked it. I played into the fantasy of him owning me, but only because I was getting off on it.
Keir pulled back, “Too wet or not?”
“You can get too wet?” I asked. I was wet. I had been since he said he caught me .
He chuckled, “The kiss, Ingrid. Last night, you said it could be too wet. But you? I don’t think you could get too wet.”
He let go of my hair and ran his hand down my cheek, stopping to brush my lips with his thumb. I didn’t know why that appealed, but it felt good.
“Are you wet, Ingrid?”
“You’ll have to find out.”
I watched his face as I threw my shirt to the floor. Let him kiss me again, one of his hands playing with my bare nipple. I’d fooled around before, but it never felt so good.
“That feels… keep doing that,” I moaned.
Keir chuckled and kissed my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I lay back, knowing what I wanted. He kissed his way down my torso, sucking on each nipple. It was as if he was giving every inch of my body attention as I’d never felt before.
With each movement, he checked back in with me. It wasn’t forced or nervous, though. Keir parted my legs and slid his body between my thighs. He leaned over me, looking down. I silently stared up at him. I wanted to lose it, just feeling his cock rubbing against my pelvis.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you do that,” Keir said.
“Do what?” I asked.
“Bite your lip. You’re fucking gorgeous. It drives me mad, Ingrid.”
He kissed me again. I ran my hands through his wavy strawberry-blonde hair and luxuriated in his body pressed against mine. He was so warm and adoring. I expected something else—something rough or hungry. I thought that was fine, but this was better. There was a hunger and a craving, but it was coupled with tenderness. He wanted me to enjoy this even more than he wanted to. That was sexy.
I ground against him, torturing myself. My hips had a mind of their own leading the charge now. I moaned into his mouth.
“Oh, she is impatient. Look at that,” Keir said. “Too bad those shorts are in the way. Let’s take them off.”
He pulled on the waistband of my shorts, not dropping my gaze. I shimmied out of them, still staring at him. His uninterrupted stare made my palms sweat. He finally pulled back, helping me toss my knickers and shorts aside. Now, I was naked and vulnerable. Yet, I wasn’t worried. I trusted he wasn’t going to hurt me or insult me. He made me feel sexy and adored. I was all he wanted right now.
I didn’t know what to expect, but I didn’t fear the “what next” of it. Keir kept me at ease, slowly sliding his fingers over my clit. I tried to be quiet, but a low moan passed through my lips. Watching him watching me only made this hotter.
“I’m sorry. I’m not… quiet,” I said, breathless.
“I’m not. I want to hear what I do to you. How badly you want this. You’re beautiful, Ingrid.”
Beautiful . He repeated it. Did he think it, or was this pillow talk? I didn’t care either way. He could call me beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, and all manner of things until he was blue in the face, and I would eat it up. This handsome, tall, sexy man found me desirable. In my little, inexperienced mind, that was everything.
I expected him to come back up to me and kiss me. Instead, he pulled back and paused.
“You still want to…” my words left me. I was suddenly worried he’d changed his mind.
“Fuck you?” He asked. “Yes, I do. If you do?”
I’m lying naked in front of you, so please, yes! He was the first man to see me naked. I’d never been so vulnerable, but Keir neither knew that nor needed to. It was fine.
I nodded.
“I need you to say it, Ingrid.”
“I want you to,” I said, voice quiet. “If you want to.”
“Very much. Do you have any condoms?”
I went deer-in-headlights. I didn’t. I hadn’t planned to hook up with anyone. I didn’t even own condoms—something Astrid chided me on. She told me they were necessary for much more than just preventing pregnancy. I knew that was true. I was also very, very horny and didn’t want to give up on this dream.
“I’ve got an IUD,” I said.
That was Astrid’s idea before I left Neandia to sort out my life. I felt so special going to the posh gynaecologist with Alexandra one morning. She got hers taken out, and I got mine put in. Since then, Alexandra had fallen pregnant, and I’d gotten zero chance even to see a man naked. Well, until this moment, as I sat propped on my elbows, thirsting over Keir’s tan skin and incredible abs. Initially, I regretted the device due to the pain it caused, but it came in handy right about now.
“That’s fine, but… it takes two. I’ll get a condom,” Keir said, leaning back down to kiss me. “Don’t worry.”
He pulled his shirt back on and darted into the hallway like he knew what he was doing. Suddenly, the guilt was creeping in. What if he thought I was terrible? What if I was so unremarkable he never spoke to me again? Somehow, that was worse than the alternative of him hating me. At least if he hated me, he would remember me.