Page 27 of Tech Prince Troubles (Runaway Prince Hotel #6)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

ADRI

say it out loud

S am pulled me to him and leaned back against the door, pushing it closed with his ass. He sighed. “I should have mentioned this downstairs.”

I waited, but he said nothing else. He just closed his eyes and shook his head. “Mention what?”

More head shaking. “I don’t want to kill the mood, but I don’t want to wait until… after.”

Then just tell me, I wanted to say. Instead, I waited, taking in his scent, working one hand beneath his shirt, trying to undo the button of his shorts with the other.

The shorts looked good on him. They showed off his tanned legs.

I liked looking at his legs; I liked them wrapped around my waist, too.

“Tammy told me to bring you to dinner.”

I stumbled back as the implications of his words dawned on me. His family wanted to see me?

“Yeah,” he muttered. “I should have waited, huh?”

“No. Yes. No. I… Do you want me there?” He might have said he wanted me to stay, but that didn’t mean… What he’d said during that video call, that I couldn’t visit them. We’d moved past that. Hadn’t we ?

“Yes.” Sam spread his arms and dropped to his knees, never taking his eyes off me. I winced at the dull thud on the carpet.

“It scares the roast out of me, but yes.” He tapped his chest and let out a breath. “And I’m sorry I let you believe I didn’t want you to meet them. Their question caught me off guard, and I’ve been sick to my stomach thinking about it. I keep putting my foot in.”

I joined him on the floor—close, but not touching—mimicking his pose to bring us eye to eye. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He shuffled closer until our noses almost touched.

“For admitting you’re scared.”

“I am. But I meant what I said. I want you to stay. I want this…” He placed one hand on my chest, the other against his own. “I want us .”

So did I. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him—trapping his hands between us—swallowing his moan. His tongue chased mine, hot and hungry, until we were both out of breath.

I tightened my grip on him and pushed us both up. Once he had his feet firmly planted on the floor, I kissed him again.

Afterwards, he smiled against my mouth, his words tickling my lips as he whispered, “You. This. Pulling me up as if I weigh nothing. It turns me on like you wouldn’t believe.”

“I think you’ve mentioned it.” Once or twice. I nipped his bottom lip. What turned me on was that he just went with it. “Enough talking. I want to feel you.”

Worming his hands free, he brushed his lips across mine and kissed me, hot and hard, showing he gave as good as he got. Which was very, very good. I pushed into him. I wanted more.

Tracing his fingers down my sides, he pulled back and smiled. With his hands on my hips, he walked us to my bed and dropped me onto it .

“What are you in for?” he asked as he landed on top of me.

“Anything. Everything.” His face loomed above me—looking thoroughly kissed—and I imagined him on top of me. “You. On top.”

His smile widened. “Great choice. You want me to undress you first?”

I blinked and glanced at my clothes. “I don’t care.”

“So, hard and fast, then?”

My breath stuttered as he pushed his groin against my cock. “To start with.”

Sam laughed and slid off me. I closed my eyes as he rummaged around in the drawer where he’d stashed the supplies he brought with him after our first time. He’d left a strap-on in there, too. But that would keep for later.

“You sure you don’t care about messing up your skirt?”

His voice seemed to come from across the room. I blinked and glanced over my shoulders. His shorts hung around his knees as he toed off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head. He stretched, gorgeously naked, and grinned at me as he twirled to show me all he had.

“Hurry.” The thought of fucking him fully clothed when he was naked made me groan.

That only made him grin more. He swayed his hips on his way back and tore a condom wrapper with his teeth. I fisted my hands in the duvet as the bed dipped, and his warm hands worked my skirt to my waist.

He grabbed my balls, giving them a playful tug. His mouth was hot around my cock as he sucked me.

“Please.” I wanted to reach for him, urge him on, but I kept my hands buried in the duvet.

I bucked as he groaned in reply and massaged my balls. “Not going to last…” Despite running some coding in my head .

He let my cock slip out of his mouth. “I know,” he whispered, his breath tickling my wet skin, making me shiver.

With one smooth motion, he rolled the condom over my cock and gave me a teasing lick before pushing himself to his knees. He leaned over me and kissed me, the taste of my cock on his tongue. I groaned against his lips.

“Ready?” he asked.

My “Yes!” turned into a breathless scream as he sank down on me, his ass slapping against my thighs.

I pulled at the duvet, shivering with need when he raised himself and sank down again.

His face was a vision of ecstasy as he set the rhythm—hard and fast, as promised—and fucked me.

Fucked himself on me. Me in him. It didn’t matter who was where or did what.

All I could do was hang on to the duvet and gaze into his half-lidded eyes.

He stared right back at me, his desperation, his need touching my deepest core, anchoring me, even as he wrung my climax out of me and screamed out his own.

My system twitched and sparked in the afterglow, flooding me with white noise as we shared messy, breathless, open-mouthed kisses—our chests heaving.

When our hearts slowed, Sam rested his head against my chest and stroked my hands with the utmost care until I let go of the duvet. “Fuck, I love you,” he uttered sluggishly, as he eased the lingering tension from my fingers.

When his words finally registered, they’d already nestled deep into my system as if they belonged there.

As if I belonged. Too overwhelmed to utter a word, I wrapped my arms around him instead.

I kissed the top of his head and held him, trying to find my voice and hoping he’d understand that he belonged. That I loved him, too.

Too late, I remembered the condom, only to find it knotted on the edge of the bed. He’d already taken care of it. He hadn’t even joked about glowing sperm .

::I love you,:: I sent. Ignoring the error ping, I sent it again and again. And when I eventually said it out loud… Sam was fast asleep, drooling on my chest.

Having him in my arms as he slept filled me with a joy I couldn’t explain, made me grateful I didn’t need sleep the way humans did. I got to watch him, watch over him.

I would never take it for granted how he trusted me enough to fall asleep in my presence. It felt incredibly precious. Which was probably why the moment he stirred, I blurted out, “I love you!”

I’d never spoken so loud it rattled my system.

But all Sam did was raise his head, throw me a lazy, lopsided smile, and sloppily press his lips to mine.

“I could hear you thinking in my sleep,” he muttered as he lay down again.

“I thought that was just an expression.”

“It is. But there’s this fluttering murmur.” He placed his hand at the junction between my chest and my neck. “Just here.”

Whether real or imagined, I didn’t care. I reached for his hand and kissed the tips of his fingers, repeating the words circling my heart.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”