Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Nan, Cole, and Sierra chatter as they eat lunch by the pool. Me, I can’t keep my eyes off the bodyguard that’s now my husband, sitting in the shade across from me.
The man intrigues me. His broody, almost aloof ways are mixed in with random, funny, unexpected moments. But I shouldn’t let myself be intrigued. He’s made it loud and clear that I’ve done everything to make him distrust me. Rightly so.
He hates lies. I hate lying. And, technically, I didn’t lie to him about being a Princess, I just didn’t want to bring it up. The fewer people that know, the better. But circumstances have forced my hand.
But, god. I can’t stop looking at him. His body is made for things I can’t even imagine. Good things. Dirty things. Things I’d like to know more about.
I just pray my sunglasses hide my wandering eyes.
As I enjoy the view, uncomfortable heat courses below my skin. And it’s not from the weather. I still can’t believe that I ALMOST had sex with the man.
Nothing like breaking the world’s longest dry spell on a plane with a smoking hot stranger, right?
If only what I had was a dry spell. It was really more of a ‘I’m barely not a virgin spell.’
Having sex one time in your life does not count as the beginning of a dry spell.
Nope. For me, it marked the beginning of the realization that I would never have a normal sex life.
When you live on a tiny island and your father is the ruler, your opportunities for dating are zilch, and the ones who do want to chase you, do it for all the wrong reasons.
Another factor in me having to get off this island.
I refuse to wither away here while the world flies by without me.
“Kate? What do you think?”
“Sorry, what did you ask?”
Nan says, “What do you want to do when you get to the States?”
Wolf leans up, resting his elbows on the table. The heat zinging along under my skin intensifies. A bead of moisture gathers at the nape of my neck.
I completely forgot the question.
“Are you going to rent a flat and set up shop?” Wolf asks, his voice deep and rough.
“If Agile will still have me on the team, I guess I’ll settle close to the headquarters in Utah. I’ve been floating around in California for a while, but I won’t stay there.”
The other three go back to whatever they were talking about, but I’m now hooked. I can’t pull my eyes away from the man.
He motions toward my food. “You didn’t eat much.”
When I glance at my to-go container, I realize I’ve barely taken a bite. “I got distracted.”
“So did I.” Dropping his voice another notch so only I can hear, he adds, “I’m still hungry.”
A fat raindrop hits me right on the end of the nose. I grin and catch the water with my tongue.
He blows out a slow breath. “Don’t.”
Of course that makes me want to see what he’ll do if I push him. Grinning, I tip my head back and catch a few more, licking them up when they land on my face, or letting them drop onto my outstretched tongue.
“You like riling animals, I see,” he says in a rough whisper.
The rain intensifies. Wind begins to swirl around the patio. Nan, Cole, and Sierra scurry to close up their lunch containers. Nan, acting like a big kid, laughs and runs for shelter as the rain comes down harder. Cole and Sierra duck into their room through the open patio door.
Rain falls harder, dripping down my neck, soaking my dress. It glistens on Wolf’s skin, making me want to lick it off.
I’m surprised steam isn’t rising off of us as the heat builds higher from the tease.
He reaches across the table, rubs a thumb over my cheek. “I shouldn’t want you like I do.”
As his gaze penetrates me to the bone, I reply. “I’m just as confused.”
“I’m not a relationship guy.”
My eyes drift closed as he touches his fingertips to the rain falling on my face. “I’ve never had a relationship.”
When I raise my lashes again, Wolf’s expression is tight. “If we have sex, there are no promises. There’s nothing for us beyond something physical.”
“I didn’t expect any promises. I’ve learned never to expect things of the future.”
Leaning farther over the table, he moistens his lips. “Bloody hell, Kate. Kiss me before I lose my mind.”
When I lean in and brush my lips across his, he groans. He reaches across the table, wrapping his big hands around my ribs. With the slightest effort he lifts me clear across the table and settles me across his lap, my legs straddling his hips.
Heat blossoms on my cheeks. “Someone might see…”
“They’ve all gone inside.”
He’s right. No one else would stay by the pool in this kind of downpour. Only two fools.
Wolf flexes those strong hands on my hips, grinding me against his cock. And I’m unable to hold in the moan he pulls from me as he slowly kisses me. Rain pours down over us, drenching us in the sweet tropical water from the storm clouds.
A deep, uncontrollable ache opens up within me. It’s something I’ve never felt before. It’s in my marrow. A craving that’s so primal there are no words for it.
The enormity of it scares me. I pull away from the kiss and drop my forehead to his as my breathing spasms.
His voice is shredded. “It’s intense, huh?”
“I just, wow, things got kind of over the top there for a second.”
He swallows roughly. “I feel it too. Like lightning. Or nuclear fission.”
When his hand glides up my thigh, I shudder. “Let’s go—”
Wolf stands, lifting me in his arms and strides into our room as I clasp my legs around his waist. He’s so strong, in his arms, it seems as if I weigh nothing.
When he closes us inside and jerks the drapes closed, the only sound is the falling rain against the patio outside and our ragged breathing.
I’ve never felt sexier in my life than when he presses me against the wall. God, how I want him.
The ache inside of me starts to spread. Wider. Deeper. More intense. “Wolf, please. This crazy need—”
“I’m going to devour you, lass.”
His rough, strong hands push up the short dress that I have on. When his thumb finds my most sensitive spot, I gasp. “God. Wolf. Yes. I’m dying here.”
Soon, he’s pushing aside my panties. When his fingers dip into my heat, I get so wet that I feel my juices gushing down his hand. “That feels so good.”
He lowers his mouth to mine. “You’re so fucking ready for me.”
“Please. Don’t make me wait.”
Suddenly, he freezes. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
I’m shivering. Filled with need and desperation as I cling to him. “I don’t have any.”
Pressing me against the wall, he groans out his frustration. “Major fucking fail on my part. But I stopped carrying them in my wallet a long time ago.”
I know it’s wrong to want this, but I say, “I just had my period. I can’t get pregnant. We could go without.”
The expression on his face says bad, bad idea. His voice is grim and determined when he says, “I’ll take care of you, then when we’re prepared we can enjoy the rest.”
I’m so stunned. I can’t speak.
He growls and grazes his teeth against the cord of my neck. “You should see the look of disappointment on your face. I promise you, you won’t be disappointed when I’m done with you.” His voice turns to a rough whisper. “And it will be even better when we can proper fuck.”
I’m sure I turn twenty shades of red. But he doesn’t seem to even notice. I’m on the bed and spread before him like a feast in a flash.
When he bites my inner thigh I jolt. Then he soothes the spot with his tongue.
“Lay back. Close your eyes and let me take care of you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Kate.”
“Okay, who am I to stop you if you want to pleasure me.”
But I almost regret my words when he begins to slowly torture me with a slow tease with his tongue. Spreading me wide with his thumbs he moans against me. “So sweet. Fuck, Kate.” Then he eats me like I’m his favorite ice cream.
I’m so dizzy and breathless and delirious with pleasure all I can do is completely melt into the bed.
Then he begins to use his fingers. That’s when the intensity turns on. And sounds come out of me that I’ve never made before. Growls. Like a crazy animal.
Wolf pulls back, licks at the juices coating his lips, his chin, the tip of his nose. “Fuck, that’s it. Show me how you love my mouth on you.”
Then he drops that amazing mouth back onto me again. Fisting the sheets, I cry out. “God, Wolf. God. Yes. ” The crest of my orgasm is building so high that I can hardly breathe.
When I think it can’t get any better, he does something magical with his tongue and his fingers at the same time and I come.
Harder.
Longer.
Deeper than ever before.