Chapter 27 #2
Impatient, she slid her underwear off and flung it to lands unknown. She opened her legs wide, silently begging him to take her, to fill her.
He dipped his head to her nipples, and he sucked on them and blew. A shiver ripped through her. Her body went rigid under his touch, and she clawed at his back. It was a good thing she had to keep her nails short for the bakery.
She groped for the waistband of his boxers, but his hand wrapped around hers.
“I’m not done.”
His head ducked between her legs, and he kissed her thighs tenderly, like she was a Michelin-star meal he was savoring every bit of.
A finger slipped gently inside her, and her back arched.
Her teeth clamped down on the inside of her cheek, sending a jolt of pain that blended confusingly with the pleasure rippling through her.
She hadn’t been touched for a year, maybe longer.
But her body responded like it had been primed and ready since the first moment she laid eyes on Leo.
His tongue joined the fray, every breath and stroke so precisely placed it was like he had taken a PhD-level course. In seconds, she was trembling, rigid with the sensations rising in her. She was completely at his mercy, powerless against his deft fingers and clever tongue.
“Breathe, Emma,” he said between her legs, and she exhaled in a whoosh.
Almost in response, an orgasm ripped through her so fiercely that her vision dimmed a little at the edges. She gripped his fingers tightly enough that they might snap right off. That would be a challenge to explain to the royal physician.
Dylan had never been one for oral sex. He had been a clumsy lover even at the best time, fumbling around in her pants for maybe ten seconds before rubbing his erection on her.
But this. This wasn’t something she even knew was possible. Intimacy was so rarely on her radar, thanks to the crippling fatigue from her schedule of working and caretaking, an endless waltz that left her incapable of almost anything else.
But here, in Leo’s bed, she could be someone else.
His face was half in shadow when he came back, hovering over her with a contented smile.
“Holy shit,” she said.
“You’re too kind,” he said, kissing her just under her earlobe again. Her body responded with a fresh shower of sparks.
Finally, some feeling crept back into her limbs. She yanked at the hem of his boxers, and he planked above her to help.
His dick hovered between them, diamond-hard and irresistibly responsive to a gentle stroke from her fingers.
Overcome again, she rolled Leo onto his back and climbed on top of him. If this was their only moment, she would make sure he thought about it every night for the rest of his life.
She took him into her mouth, sliding as far back as she could manage without gagging. Throwing up on a prince’s dick was not an experience she needed.
She pulled back and licked and stroked, swirling her tongue around his head before plunging him back in again.
His breath came in short gasps, and he was rigid beneath her.
She summoned every blowjob tip she had ever read and channeled all that energy into blowing his damn mind.
The power was intoxicating.
Within a couple minutes, he pulled her off him, and she leaned back on her knees.
“Condom?” she asked.
He rolled onto his side and rifled through his nightstand until he found one. She rolled it onto him slowly, deliberately.
She started to turn around to take him reverse cowgirl style so she wouldn’t have the vulnerability of staring into his eyes, but he stopped her. She lifted her hips, and he lowered her onto him.
A sigh burst from both of them.
Her muscles stretched to accommodate him, and she raised and lowered herself slowly. But her knees weren’t working right.
In a flash, he flipped her onto her back, still inside her.
His earthy brown eyes stared into her very soul as he pushed deeper, until she was certain he was ramming into an internal organ. Were vaginal extensions a thing?
He pumped gently, and the muted lights from the other room silhouetted him. He was impossibly beautiful, almost hard to look at.
But she couldn’t look away. There was a tenderness in his eyes and in the way he cradled her head in his hand.
He leaned forward to kiss her, and a vortex of sensations and emotions swirled inside her. Fuck. She was definitely catching feelings for him.
And how could she not? They fit together like they had been specifically designed for each other, like every moment in their lives had led up to this one, in this castle, during the most magical time of the year.
She was screwed. But as he thrust, her mind quieted. She let the worries go and instead embraced the exhilaration of his rough hands on her, his powerful body surrounding her, making her feel so safe.
Another orgasm was rising, hot and fierce and as unstoppable as the sunrise. He must have sensed it because he went faster, bringing a hand to her to drive her ever closer.
His gaze burned into her, and they watched each other as they crashed over the peak together.
Finally, he released, twitching and pulsing inside her. His arms shook, and he partially collapsed onto her.
She held him like they were lovers of twenty years, and he rested his cheek against her breasts. Her hand went automatically to his hair, and she stroked it. It smelled like expensive shampoo—pears with a hint of sandalwood.
They stayed like that for a while, until their breathing returned to normal. He slipped out of her and rolled away, only to gather her into his chest and hold her there.
She would remember the sound of his heartbeat forever. She focused on the pulse of it beneath her cheek, the red-and-green lights casting a sheen on his damp skin. The feel of his fingertips resting on her hip.
How was she ever going to recover from this? And go back to New York like nothing had happened?
She could see everything as clear as if it was already happening. Birthday cheesecakes, family dinners with Ruby, mountain hikes with Cooper. A baby girl with Leo’s dark eyes.
She could not be thinking this way, especially not about someone she had known for barely more than a week. This was insanity. Her brain needed to shut the fuck up, and she needed to get back to work before she ruined both their lives.
“I need to get to the kitchen,” she said, voice barely more than a whisper.
His grip tightened on her. “No.”
She slithered out of his grip. “I have to. Thank you for everything. This was the most perfect date I’ve ever had. I just wish it could last longer.”
Forever, even.
He caught her hand. “Will I see you tomorrow?”
“Won’t you be volunteering?”
“Not all night.”
“Tomorrow, then.”
He pulled her in for a last kiss, and she threw her clothes on and scurried away before she ruined everything.