Chapter 10 #3
He turned his head abruptly, and the desire tightening the planes of his face set her on fire. “This is wrong,” he rasped. “I should not say this, but I want to kiss you. I won’t do it, because this is my apartment, you are alone with me here, and I am the Prince of Caleva. But I want to.”
She hesitated for about three seconds before lust sent good judgment flying. Levering herself up on her knee, she put a hand on each side of his face and leaned in to whisper against his lips, “If you won’t kiss me, I’ll kiss you.”
He gave a little twitch of surprise, but he didn’t move as she brushed her lips against his, the feel of him sending heat streaking through her body.
She slid her hands down to the broad shoulders she’d watched flexing as he’d climbed and dug her fingers into the muscles.
She slanted her mouth against his, reveling in the texture of his skin, the sharp huff of his breath, and the scent of clean, starched cotton that fluttered past her nostrils.
She smoothed one palm back up his neck to tangle her fingers in the thick golden-brown silk of his hair. Shifting closer, she pressed her aching breasts against the hard expanse of his chest, the friction sending a zing of arousal down between her thighs.
He wrapped his hands around her upper arms, and she waited for him to pull her in closer. Instead, he held her away, but without letting her go. He searched her face, his eyes hot, his jaw clenched. “You do not have to do this.”
“Do you honestly think I’m feeling pressured?” She flattened her hand against the center of his chest. “You said it yourself. We’re connected. I feel it too.”
That was weirdly true…and an illusion. But here and now, she could touch this man she desired so desperately. He wanted her to touch him. The thrill of that sizzled in her veins.
“Right now, I don’t care that you’re a prince. All I see is an incredibly sexy guy who I’m dying to get my hands on.” She tilted forward, letting her weight fall against his grip. “Let go. That’s all you have to do.”
His hold on her tightened, and disappointment doused the heat curling through her.
“You can say no at any time,” he said, his voice almost harsh. “I will stop immediately. Do you understand?”
She nodded as her desire blazed back to life like a bonfire.
He shook her once. “Say it out loud. Say yes. I need that from you.”
“Yes! Sí! Oui! Is that enough?” She was dying for another kiss.
“No, it’s not enough.” He scanned down her body.
“I want much, much more.” He shifted to put his injured foot on the floor, then inch by inch, he lowered her until their lips brushed.
He tilted his head to slant his mouth against hers before he slid one hand up into her hair to cup the back of her head.
She fisted her hands in the fine cotton of his shirt as he sipped at her mouth.
Hostia! The man knew how to kiss.
She needed to get closer, but her damn skirt was too tight to allow her to straddle him. A growl of frustration rumbled in the back of her throat.
“What is it?” he murmured against her lips.
She braced one hand against his chest and yanked at the skirt.
“Ah,” he said. “Allow me to help.”
And then his hands were on the outsides of her knees as his fingers slipped under the skirt’s fabric. His palms glided up her thighs, taking the linen higher and higher until he stopped just below the curve of her butt.
“That should free you to move,” he said, his voice low and rumbling. “I’ll help you balance.”
His fingers pressed into her flesh, sending a hot sizzle of arousal right to her core.
She tried to will him to move higher, but he simply held her while she swung one leg over his lap so they faced each other.
She sank down onto his thighs, and his erection hit her sensitized clit, sending a bolt of sensation searing through her. She arched back and hissed in a breath.
“Now you can feel how much I want you.” His voice seemed to stroke over her skin and down to the ache in her belly. He slipped his hands out from under her skirt to cup her breasts and run his thumbs over the hard points of her nipples. “And I can feel that you want me.”
He moved his hands to the top button of her blouse and raised his gaze to hers. “Is this all right?”
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! She was desperate to have his hands on her bare skin. “As long as I can do the same to you,” she said.
“I would be devastated if you did not.” His smile was pure seduction. “Would you like to go first?” He released her blouse and stretched his arms wide across the back of the sofa.
His eyelids were half-closed, which only intensified the desire flaring in those brilliant blue eyes. His lips curled in that sexy smile while his gold-and-brown hair was tousled by her fingers. The fine cotton of his shirt outlined the muscles of his shoulders and chest.
And her thighs were spread wide over his.
As she leaned forward to grasp the first button, she rocked against his erection, and another streak of arousal flashed through her. At this rate, she would come before she got to his second button.
She inhaled and focused on getting the button out of its hole. It came free, and she went on to the next one. His shirt gapped open to show a light dusting of brown hair on the curves of his pecs. She feathered her fingers over them, and his muscles jumped.
She nearly ripped the rest of the buttons out of their holes and spread his shirt open.
“Oh, the tattoo! It’s beautiful!” she breathed.
A stylized black Calevan dragon with its frill extended and mouth wide open climbed the right side of his rib cage.
The only color was the red lily the dragon held in one clawed foot.
She had glimpsed the tattoo in photos, and she knew her boss had a matching one.
But to see the dragon inked on Raul’s warm, living skin was a whole different level of gorgeousness.
She touched the lily with one fingertip, then traced the dragon’s claw and leg back to the frill before dragging her finger lower down the dragon and Raul’s torso. He sucked in a breath as she stopped at his belt and began the journey back upward.
“Does this tickle?” she asked, giving him a quick questioning glance.
“In all the best ways,” he said with a rasp. “Perhaps you could use more than just one finger, though.”
“Sí. Por supuesto.” She slanted a smile at him before she ran the palms of both hands over his pecs and down his abs, inserting her fingers under his waistband to find his hip bones. Bending, she flicked her tongue over one of his flat, dark nipples.
“ Ay, you move fast, like your airplanes.” His voice was thick with arousal. “And now it’s my turn.”
She pressed a kiss to his chest before sitting up, the movement sending another burst of sensation between her legs.
Raul curved his hands around her face and simply looked at her. “I want to unwrap you like the most beautiful gift in the world.”
She almost said, Hurry up, then , but did she really want that? For all she claimed it didn’t matter, this man was a prince. He might never touch her again after tonight.
Delicious shivers ran down her spine as his hands traveled down the sides of her neck, warm against her skin.
He skimmed over her shoulders to smooth her loose hair back, the shifting of the strands tingling over her scalp.
When his fingers brushed down over the upper swells of her breasts, she inhaled sharply.
Raul’s lips curled into a wolfish smile as he stroked her there again, his gaze never leaving her face.
“Lower, por favor ,” she begged.
“I am at your command.” His fingertips brushed down over her nipples, and she arched into his touch.
“More,” she breathed, her eyelids closing briefly as hot sensation ricocheted through her body.
“Un momento.” His fingers were on the top button of her blouse, deftly undoing it and the next one and the next until her blouse hung open.
She had worn her laciest nude bra, one that pushed her breasts upward as though offering them to his touch.
“Ay, tan bonito,” Raul murmured.
His fingers grazed the edge of the lace, following the scallops over her skin.
“I hate to remove this lovely bit of lace, but it is impeding my view.” He found the front catch and flicked it open, letting the bra fall away from her breasts. “ Hermosísimos! So very beautiful.”
If he didn’t touch her, she was going to scream.
He cupped her breasts. Madre de Dios! The firm press of his palms against her aching nipples was exquisite torture. She pushed into his touch and rocked her clit against his erection. “Sí, sí, sí!”
“I need to taste.” He leaned in to take one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
Joder! The friction, the liquid heat, the sound he made in the back of his throat! He circled her other nipple with his thumb, driving her closer and closer to a climax.
Putting her hands on either side of his head, she gently pushed him away from her breast. “I want you to do that with your cock inside me,” she said.
His erection swelled under her. “Let’s go to my bedroom,” he gritted out. “I have condoms there.”
“You have a bad ankle, so right here is just fine. Tell me where they are.” She scooted off his lap.
“ Carajo! The door there.” He pointed across the room. “In the drawer of the bedside table.”
“Don’t move,” she said, jogging across the room, her blouse and bra flapping behind her.
Shoving the door open, she halted in surprise.
His bedroom was all sleek modern furniture in cool grays and blues, a sharp contrast to the ornate antiques of the living and dining rooms. The big bed was on a platform with a low linear headboard.
She strode to the nearest bedside table, a gray-lacquered box with one drawer and a stack of books in the open compartment below it.
If only she had time to read the titles, but her body was coiled so tightly she was ready to explode.
She yanked open the drawer and grabbed a strip of condoms before heading to the door.