Page 27 of Royally Embraced: RBMC

Through the thin material of her pajama pants, she felt herself getting wet at his words. “Stop being a tease, Jeter Calderone.”

His fingers slid through her crack, making her moan. “Oh, it’s a promise, baby. I’ll let this pussy rest tonight, but I will make good on my words. Trust and believe.”

Chapter Fourteen

Tori fell asleep with Jeter’s arm under her head. Waking, it took her a moment to remember where she was. The feel of the hard body behind her brought back memories from the evening before.

She smiled, trying to stay still and not wake the man behind her.

“Mmm, you’re awake.”

His deep voice rumbled against her neck.

Tori shimmied into a more comfortable position, stopping at the feel of his erection bumping her ass.

“He’s always like that in the morning. Ignore him,” he said.

“Kind of hard to ignore a baseball bat poking you in the bum,” she joked.

“Hmm, I can feel you smiling, Vita Mia. Want to use that sassy mouth for something else?” he asked.

She thought of wrapping her lips around his dick and wanted to try it. However, she really needed to pee and brush her teeth. “I actually would like to do that, but I need to use the bathroom first.”

He chuckled and rolled onto his back. “I do, too. You go first.”

Tori eased off the side of the bed. Glancing back at Jeter, who lay on his back with one arm over his face, she took a moment to truly admire his sexy form. Six-pack abs. Check. Muscular arms with tattoos and veins that made her want to lick them. Check. And his thighs were thick and muscular, too. She swore there wasn’t an inch of fat on his frame, but the best part had to be his dick. It was nice and thick and long. He’d spoiled her for other men. When he’d said she needed to understand he was not intohitting and quitting it, she wanted to screamyes. She hoped he liked spider monkeys, because he’d find out really quick how much of a stage five clinger she might be.

“Are you going to go potty or stand there all day, Vita Mia? My dick is enjoying you staring at it, but I won’t be responsible for our actions if you stand there much longer,” he warned. His arm lifted from his face, peering up at her with those green eyes that saw too much.

She spun on her heel. “I was just admiring the view.”

He groaned, but she couldn’t hear what he said as she shut herself inside the bathroom.

At the sink, she stared at herself, wondering if she looked different from the day before. She pushed her cheeks up with her fingertips and laughed at the absurdity of her actions. Abandoning the mirror, she went into the little toilet room and did her business before coming out and washing her hands. No, she didn’t look different, but something fundamental had changed inside.

She pressed a hand to her chest. Her heartbeat with a steady thump beneath her palm. Yeah, being with Jeter certainly feels like her world shifted in ways she’d yet to see. Tori wasn’t sure how she’d move on if he walked out of her life tomorrow. Was she in love with the man? The notion that she could’ve fallen so deeply and quickly was wild, yet she’d heard of others who’d fallen in love at first sight. She would not put a label on what they had. For one, his life was on the West Coast, while hers was...well, she hadn’t set hers anywhere yet. Did he even want anything past this interlude with her?

“Don’t put the cart before the horse, Vittoria,” she admonished herself. With a renewed sense of purpose, she took her hair down from the mess it had fallen into. Using her fingers to comb it back and up, she pulled the mass into a messy bun.

A yawn escaped her as she stared at her reflection. There was a small mark on her neck. Her smile widened as she remembered when Jeter’s kisses and sucks had moved down her body. She lifted her hand, rubbing along the mark, and shivered at the feel of her touch.

Before getting lost in fantasies, she reached for her toothbrush and quickly brushed her teeth. Once she felt presentable, she turned and walked back out the door. She let out a little breath in the hallway before heading back down the hall toward Jeter. Her smile deepened as she saw him lying with his arm over his face. God was in a good mood the day he created Jeter.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asked, grabbing a drink from the refrigerator.

“Mmm, I’ll grab one on my way back. Thank you for asking. You finished in the bathroom?” he asked, pulling his arm away and sitting up.

She took a drink of the orange juice. The tangy, sweet flavor burst over her tastebuds, giving her a much-needed energy rush. “Yep, all done. It’s all yours.”

He moved to the side of the bed, resting his arms on his knees, peering at her through half-closed eyes. If she thought he was sexy before, he proved he could be sexier.

Jeter got up from the bed. His graceful movements amazed her with how fluid his body moved for such a large man. One would think he’d lumber about, but no, he was light on his feet, each step more like a predator stalking his prey than a marauder ready to destroy. Although she didn’t doubt he could do both.

He paused before her, softly brushing his thumb along her bottom lip. The action made her tense as need throbbed between her thighs. Jeter growled, stepped back, and continued walking toward the bathroom.

“You’re like my drug of choice, Tori. I think I could get addicted to you easily if I don’t watch myself.” He stopped at the doorway, bracing the frame with his arms. Looking over, he gave her a heated look.

Her lip tingled from his touch. “Trust me, that goes both ways. You have this way about you that knocks all the strength and will right out from under me. I’m literally a puddle of goo at your feet.”

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