Page 24 of Royally Embraced: RBMC

“If you’re sure.” He swallowed.

She watched his throat work. The sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing turned her on. Every little thing about Jeter set her body aflame with need. Like in the romance novels she’d read about, she swore her heart beat to a new rhythm that matched his.

He turned around, giving her a perfect view of his amazing ass in the tight boxer briefs. She had no choice but to ogle him as he flipped the lights off throughout the large space. Like a jungle cat, he prowled back toward the bed. The man was all muscle and sex appeal. The thick, ropey muscle on each side of his hips that leads down captured her attention. Whatever those were called had to be the most drool-worthy thing ever created.

The bed dipped, jerking her out of her thoughts. She looked up, catching his laughing, green gaze. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

A shiver wracked her at his words. “Don’t say that.”

His hand slid over her legs and up until he cupped her jaw. “Damn, I didn’t mean to scare you. Will you let me give you a kiss goodnight?”

Her tongue darted out, wetting her dry lips. “Yes,” she whispered.

Jeter nodded once, and then he moved closer. Their chests touched. Tori lifted her arm, sifting her fingers through his hair, needing an anchor while he brushed his lips over hers.

His warm breath feathered over her mouth when he pulled back. “Need more,” he muttered.

She didn’t attempt to speak as his arms wrapped around her and pushed until she was lying flat. He held himself above her, continuing to kiss and lick her mouth in such a sensual exploration, that Tori felt as though he was making love to her with his lips.

Jeter shifted, easing his body along the side of her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pulled her top lip into his mouth. Sucked and released it.

“So are you. I love your tattoos.” She ran her hand over his shoulder and down his left arm, covered in ink.

He grunted. “I like yours too.”

Tori looked down, shocked to see her shirt had ridden up and exposed the tattoo on her side. “Thank you.”

“Can I?” he asked, placing his hand on the end of the T-shirt.

She lifted slightly so he could tug the top up to look at her entire tattoo. The design started below the waistband of her pants, up past her breast.

“Like a phoenix, did you rise from the ashes, farfallina?” he asked, tracing the lines of the feathers all the way up toward her breast.

Her lungs forgot how to work, or maybe she forgot how to breathe. “No... I wish I were that brave.”

She’d run like a bat out of hell, not like a majestic bird of prey.

“Mmm, you’re incredibly brave, in my opinion.” His thumb brushed dangerously close to her underboob, making her wish he’d go that extra inch and touch her where she longed.

Jeter leaned down, brushing his lips over her tattoo. Staring up at her, he held her eyes with his mesmerizing gaze. She knew he could feel her body tremble under his. Hell, if he were to slip his fingers down her pants, he’d find her wet and willing. At this rate, she’d need to change into another set of pajamas.

“You smell so sweet. I wonder if you taste as delicious everywhere.” He murmured against her flesh between biting licks and kisses.

Tori reached for his shirt, yanking at the hem. “Off.”

Her control nearly snapped. She didn’t want to lay like a log and let him do all the work. No, she wanted to touch and feel him like he was with her. The man sat back on his heels, reached behind his head, and pulled the shirt off in that sexy way men do. He never took his eyes from hers as he tossed his T-shirt to the side, then reached for hers. She sat up, helping him shimmy hers off. His eyes trailed down her body, locking on her exposed chest.

Licking his lips, he leaned forward. He pinched her right nipple in between his thumb and forefinger and covered her other with his lips. The dual sensation made her arch her back. She wrapped her arms around his head, holding him in place.

“Oh, yes. Dear god, that feels amazing.” She shifted her legs together, knowing the ache there would only feel soothed by his touch.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this. You’ve ignited a deep craving within me I didn’t think was possible. I swear I would do anything to touch you, taste you, sink into you. There’s never been another woman who has made me want them the way I want you, farfallina. It’s crazy, but there it is.”

His tongue lashed at her nipple, then he sucked on the tip again before switching to the other. He used his hands, lips, and teeth to play with her breasts, making her moan. Tori had heard of women coming from men playing with their breasts butthought it was a lie, until now. A tingling sensation flashed from her nipples to her clit with each suck of Jeter’s talented mouth. She was so close to coming her body trembled.

Jeter lifted his head and moved his hand down her abdomen. Where his hand touched, his lips followed. She wanted to howl in frustration. However, the closer he got to her waist, the more her body lit up. Anticipation built.

He eased her pants down with one hand while she lifted her ass, shifting to lie between her thighs. Jeter looked up at her, smiling a wicked smile. “I knew you’d smell delicious everywhere. Let’s see if you taste as good as I thought.”

---