Page 32 of My Prince

Then, Fade closed the distance, capturing my lips with his. The kiss was soft at first, exploratory, but quickly deepened. His lips were warm and demanding, moving against mine with a hunger that matched mine. I melted into his embrace, my hands reaching his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt.

Fade’s tongue teased my lips, and I parted them willingly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue caressed mine, sending waves of pleasure through my body. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of desire and need that left me breathless. His hands moved to my back, pulling me even closer as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

I lost myself in the kiss, in the feel of his lips and the taste of him. It was everything I had secretly yearned for and more. His touch was both gentle and demanding, his caress igniting a fire within me that I never wanted to extinguish. Time seemed to stand still as we kissed, the world around us fading away until there was only us.

Fade’s hands caressed me while he kissed me and sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. His touch was both gentle and possessive, his fingers tracing patterns on my back, sending shivers down my spine. The heat from his hands seemed to ignite something deep within me, a need I hadn’t known existed.

We both pulled away, breathless. “God damn,” Fade whispered. “Your lips are like fucking velvet, cupcake. I can’t get enough of them.”

My brain was fried. I couldn’t believe Fade had kissed me, and it seemed like he wanted more. I hadn’t had many boyfriends, and the ones I did have never kissed me like that. They never made me feel the way Fade did, either. Everything felt new and different with him, exciting and intense.

“We gotta do that again,” he growled.

Fade’s lips were on mine again instantly. He lifted me back into his arms, carrying me to the couch. He sat down, and I straddled his lap, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath me. His hands roamed my back and sides, pulling me closer as our lips moved together in a passionate dance.

I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as his hands explored my body. His touch was electric, setting my skin on fire wherever he touched. I could feel his desire matching mine, his need as urgent as my own.

With a swift motion, I pulled Fade’s shirt over his head. I marveled at the tattoos covering his chest, intricate designs that told a story I longed to know. I ran my fingers over them, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my touch.

Fade’s eyes heated with desire as I touched him, his gaze burning into mine. He moved to pull my shirt over my head, but I quickly stopped his hands. “No,” I whispered, feeling a sudden rush of uncertainty.

His eyes connected with mine, filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“I just...” I trailed off, struggling to find the words to explain what I was feeling. “I’m not really...”

How did I tell him that my brain was telling me there was no way in hell that he was interested in me, even though his mouth and hands were all over me? Guys like Fade weren’t interested in someone like me who had rolls, curves, and thunder thighs.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I said, my voice trembling slightly as I looked into his eyes.

Fade looked down at his bare chest and back at me. “I am a million percent in, cupcake. I don’t get half-naked for someone I’m not interested in.”

My brain disagreed, flooding me with insecurities. I bit my lip, unsure how to voice my doubts. “But why?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why would you be interested in me?”

Fade’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I be interested in you? You’re amazing, Adalee. You’re smart, kind, and fucking gorgeous.”

I shook my head, feeling a lump forming in my throat. “Guys like you don’t go for girls like me, Fade. I’m not... I’m not perfect. I’ve got rolls, curves, and thunder thighs.”

Fade’s expression softened, and he cupped my face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. “Adalee, you’re perfect to me. Those rolls and curves? I love them. They make you, you. And those thighs? Sexy as hell.” His hands snaked around and squeezed my ass. “Don’t even get me started on your ass, cupcake. Now that I’ve got my hands on you, I’m not going to stop touching you.”

I blinked, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “You really mean that?”

He nodded; his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that took my breath away. “I really mean that. You’re everything I want and more.”

His words hit me hard, breaking down the walls of doubt and insecurity I had built around myself. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “It’s just hard to believe, you know? I’ve never had anyone look at me the way you do.”

Fade pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me in a protective embrace. “Well, get used to it, cupcake. Because I fucking want you more than my next breath.”

A small smile tugged at my lips. “Even though you were ready to toss me over a cliff before when I kept bugging you about an interview?”

“Definitely,” he said, leaning in to kiss me softly. The kiss was gentle yet full of promise, and I melted into it, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. “I was an idiot to push you away like I did.”

“I think you can be forgiven since you were just trying to protect the club. Very honorable.”

Fade pressed a kiss to my lips. “We good now? Or should I get into more detail about every inch of your body I want?”

“I think we’re good.”

He pushed my hand away and lifted my shirt. I didn’t stop him this time. It was stupid of me to not want him not to take my shirt off, but I was okay with him touching me on top of it. He may not have been able to see the rolls and bulges, but he could feel them. Make it make sense, Adalee.

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