Page 88 of Resisting Royal

CHAPTER 45

ROYAL

“Take me home, Royal.” The sweetest words I could have ever heard, and I wasted no time obliging. I stood, bending down to scoop her into my arms and settle her against my chest.

“I can walk,” Bianca protested as she pushed against me, but I only tightened my grip.

“You could walk. But, it’s been so long without you, that all I want is to touch you.”

Her hand came to my face to gently turn my head toward hers and we stared, her mesmerizing eyes locked on mine as I struggled to swallow past the lump in my throat. Her thumb rubbed against the stubble that dusted my cheek. “You promise you’ve changed?”

I leaned into her touch. I couldn’t help it, the response automatic. “I promise. I will change in any way that is important to you, Bianca. Any way.”

I meant it. I meant every word I told her. Every damn word and I would prove it to her. Even if I spent the rest of our lives together trying. By the time I took my last breath, she would know that I could be a good man, a worthy man, just like the one she deserved.

I carried her to the car, drove her home, and the moment I parked, I rushed around to her side so that I could carry her inside. She objected and I ignored her. I wanted her inside my house as quickly as possible and no waiting would do.

When the front door shut behind me, I slowly lowered her feet to the ground, waiting until she had her balance before letting go of her body. “You know, I still have Peter and my stuff with Emma.”

“We’ll make it a day trip,” I offered, fully intending to not let her out of my sight.

“I can go get him.”

“I’m not letting you leave my grasp.” I stepped closer, invaded her space with my presence. “I’ll let Roman know you aren’t going back tonight and to take care of the rabbit.”

“Peter.”

“That’s what I said.” The left side of my lip curled up. “Now, I believe we have some business to discuss that is long overdue.”

Her eyes took on a worried look, and with the day she just had, I felt a little bad for putting it there. “What do you mean?”

Her hands came up to my shirt, clinging to it as she gazed at me. “It’s been weeks since I kissed my wife, and the withdrawals are leaving me a bit on the weak side.”

Her lips quirked up. “Is that so? I think we will have to fix that.”

She stood on her toes, her fingers gripping my shirt tightly as she pulled my body closer. My palms found her hips, pulling her body toward mine as I leaned down, hovering my lips over hers. “I missed you.”

It was supposed to be a strong statement, but the words fell from my lips in a desperate rasp, and all I could do was close the inch between us and capture her lips, claim her, show her how much the statement was true. I wanted it to be slow and steady, but within seconds of our lips touching, the kiss turned to fire and chaos. The push and pull of our bodies fighting each other as we each strained to feel.

My hands fell to her thighs, and I gripped them firmly as I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and moaned into my lips, and that sound alone nearly undid me. I walked her forward, her arms wrapped around my neck, but her lips never left me. Her lips were hungry but not nearly as hungry as my own as I nipped at her bottom lip before leaving her mouth to consume the enticing column of her throat. Her pulse beat rapidly against my lips, and I licked at it, running my tongue along her neck, feeling it thrum within me.

We fell onto the stairs, and I knew I should have made an effort to take her further, to lay her on a bed like she deserved and worship her like she was my own personal goddess. But her body was tucked under mine, her fingers were pulling my hair and even the strongest of men fell to a weakness.

My hands pulled at her shirt, tore through her skirt, desperate to touch her bare skin. She gripped my hair tightly and pulled my head back. “This is wrong, we shouldn’t.”

“Nothing—” My teeth ran along her pulse, while her chest heaved under me. “Nothing about us is wrong.”

“I just think—” I crushed my lips to hers long enough to quiet her objections.

“I’m addicted to you, Bianca. Your smell, your taste, the little moans you make.” I bit at the junction of her neck and collarbone. “When you aren’t around, I crave you. Want you. I shake with the desire to be inside you.”

A whimper escaped her lips as she gazed at me wide-eyed, her eyes clouded with desire, and I knew she had no more objections left. Not when her feet tightened around my hip, bringing my hard cock between her thighs as she brazenly rubbed against my body.

I loved this.

I loved her.

I loved every moment I spent absorbing her rays of sunshine and inhaling her happiness. She was a miracle, my miracle because I never sought out to love. A man like me, who could hardly show regard for past impassioned crimes, didn’t deserve the rays of sun beating on his face. But Bianca gave it anyway. She gave her sunshine, her love, her passion, her wit and without it, I was just a man. A weak, lost, soulless man. But with her, wrapped in her light, I could be a better person. A soulful person. A person who made decisions based on morals and who gives before he gets.

I pulled my body away from hers, using a hand to brush her hair off her cheek. “I. Love. You.” I punctuated every word, making sure she heard them loud and clear, and before she had a chance to speak, I sought out her lips with mine, proceeding to show her just how much I cared.

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