Page 14 of Trapped with the Undercover Prince

Mon Dieu, her breasts were larger than her clothing had hinted at, and he loved how her nipples grew taut as he teased them.

Her legs restlessly moved up and down along his, and she rocked her hips, stroking his erection with her body. The urge to tear off her clothes so he could sink into her over and over again almost overtook him.

Instead, he reared up so he could pull off her shirt, then focused his attention on her breasts, teasing the nipples with his mouth until she was chanting his name over and over.

Her hands were all over him, petting him everywhere, exploring his back then lower until she cupped his butt.

“Zar,” she breathed fast and deep. “What are you wearing?”

He smiled into her shining eyes and glowing face and whispered, “Precious little.”

Her cheeks, already warm and pink, grew even redder. “Oh, I...oh.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “I don’t have any condoms, do you?”

Condoms. He buried his face against her neck for a moment, stunned that the concept of protection hadn’t entered his mind.

This woman didn’t have a predatory bone in her body.

After a moment, he raised his head, kissed her softly. “Just a moment.” He slid out of bed and walked backward toward the bathroom. “Don’t move.”

She propped her head up on one hand so she could watch him.

“Why are you moving?” he asked as if she’d disobeyed.

“I want to see...you.” She grinned, the blush on her face making her look more beautiful than any woman he’d ever met. Her gaze scanned him slowly. “Wow.”

His cock got even harder at the word. He spun around, and it was all he could do to make himself finish his journey to the bathroom rather than say to hell with it and return to the bed immediately.

His toiletry bag had a few condoms in it. He grabbed them and strode back to the bed and the intoxicating woman who waited for him with a smile that was happy and playful rather than sultry and seductive.

She wanted to be with him, Zar, head of the Lerasian Royal Guard—a policeman, not Zarius, Prince of Lerasia.

He stopped before reaching the bed, opened the condom packet, and rolled it over his cock. She watched his hands, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. When he was finished, she scooted over, giving him room to slide in next to her.

“I...um—” She paused for a moment then hurried on with, “I’ve never done this before.”

His eyebrows shot up.

“Oh, no, I’ve had sex before, just never with someone I just met.” She stared at him then slapped a hand over her mouth. “I can’t believe I just said that.” It came out muffled, but understandable.

A lightness bubbled through Zar, and it took him a moment to realize it was humor—no—happiness. She spoke her mind without filtering it through any sort of personal agenda, and he loved that about her.

He didn’t realize he was grinning until she peeked up at him then covered her face with both hands.

“No, no, don’t hide,” he said in close to a whisper. “You are so beautiful.”

Her hands slid away, and she looked at him sideways. “How can I be beautiful with my foot stuck in my mouth?”

He laughed, delighted with her. “You are—” He searched for the correct words in English. “Genuine and honest, not fake. You don’t pretend to be someone you’re not.” He cupped her face in both hands and brought her closer. He kissed her cheek, the line of her jaw, and down her neck, where he nibbled a little.

She shivered, sighed, and her hands went around his shoulders.

He kissed his way down to one breast, flicking the nipple with his tongue before sucking hard.

She arched her back and gasped his name. He teased her until she was writhing underneath him, and he was frantic to take her.

“Anna, yes?” he asked, surprised at how out of breath he sounded.

“Oh, hell, yes.” She said it with a wicked little smile.

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