Page 126 of Wicked Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 2)

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

Stella

Seb pulls the sheets back and I crawl into bed, watching as he drags his hoodie off and pushes his pants from his hips, climbing in beside me in just his tight black boxer briefs. It’s a fine fucking sight, and it sure wakes up my exhausted body somewhat when his bulge in that small scrap of fabric catches my eye.

“Hey,” he breathes, his voice deep and full of emotion and hunger. It’s an intoxicating mix that hits me in all the right places.

The length of his body presses up against mine before his leg hooks over my hip and his hand snakes around my waist, dragging me even closer.

“Hey,” I whisper, staring up into his dark eyes, quickly becoming obsessed with the depth of them now the anger’s diminished.

He doesn’t move, just stares into my eyes as if he’s as enthralled with mine as I am with his.

“You live here with Theo?” I ask, just one of the many questions burning within me.

“For the most part, yeah.”

“But what about—”

“Shh,” he breathes, pressing two fingers to my lips. “There have been enough confessions for the day. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you everything. I promise.”

“Okay,” I whisper, trusting that he will.

“Right now, I just want to remind myself that you’re here.” Kiss. “That you’re okay.” Kiss. “And that you’re mine.” Kiss.

My reply gets cut off as he deepens the kiss, sweeping his tongue into my mouth and allowing me to taste the beer he’s been drinking.

He kisses me until we’re both breathless, our bodies burning up and his cock hard and ready, pressing right against my aching clit.

“Seb,” I moan, rolling my hips against him. “I need you.”

“You need to rest,” he replies, nipping across my jaw.

“I can. After you make me come.”

“Fuck, baby. You don’t play fair.”

“When do you ever play fair?” I ask him, knowing full well that he only plays dirty. Every single time.

“One condition.”

“Hmm?” I mumble, shamelessly rubbing myself against him, my orgasm already beginning to build from just that alone.

“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are.”

“So do something about it.”

An accomplished smile pulls at my lips when his hand leaves me in favor of pushing his boxers down to free his cock.

“You’re wicked,” he moans into our kiss as he rubs the head of his cock through my folds.

“Takes one to know one. Oh shit,” I gasp when he teases me by pushing into me ever so slightly. “Please,” I beg, my muscles rippling, desperate to feel him stretching me open.

“You need to be quiet. The boys—your brother—are out there just waiting to see if we’re gonna fuck or fight first.”

I can’t help but laugh, which makes my muscles tense and causes a groan of pleasure to rumble up his throat.

“That would have felt even better if I were full of you.”