Page 52 of The Prince's Green Card Scheme

It was bad enough bumping into Maria earlier. I don’t think I can bear to see anyone else now. I don’t think I can hide the physical reality of me wanting her.

I don’t think I can stand the embarrassment of being caught.

The second the bedroom door closes behind us, she pushes me up against it and kisses me, grinding into me, a low noise bubbling in her throat.

“God, Chloe,” I growl. “I’ve missed you.”

“Prove it,” she says, and I do. I flip her around, pushing her against the door, letting my kisses dip lower and lower, nipping her collarbone and shoulder before sinking to my knees, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and tugging them down to the floor.

She’s already glisteningly wet for me, so I don’t waste any time, burying my face straight into her folds. She cries out and claps a hand over her mouth, trying to keep quiet, even though it’s too late to take back her moan.

I pull away for a second to tell her, “You really don’t need to do that. These walls are pretty soundproof.”

She looks down at me and says, “Why have you stopped?”

I don’t need any further instruction than that.

I push my tongue back against her clit, flicking it in increasing circles with growing pressure, burying my entire face in her, eating her as hungrily as a starving man would eat a meal.

Iamstarving for her.

I’ve been hungry for her since the day we met, and no amount of kissing her seems to fill me.

When she comes, she shakes around my mouth and fingers, her legs trembling hard, one hand clenching in my hair, the other digging into my shoulder as she tries to stay upright while her wetness is spreading down my face. She tastes divine.

I don’t move until she stops trembling.

As she comes down from her climax, she sinks to meet me on the floor, straddling my knees and kissing me, pushing me backwards onto the floor. They nearly slip out then — the words I’ve been trying to figure out how to say.

In this second, if I told her that I loved her, I would mean every syllable.

And if I told her in thenextsecond, I would mean that too. But my head is spinning with sex, and today’s already been weird enough without another added complication. I’d say I’m falling for her, butfallingimplies I still have further to go.

I don’t. I am hers completely, whether she knows it or not. Whether she wants it or not. There will always be a part of me that loves her.

Her fingers wrestle with the button for my shorts and I reach down to help her pull down my fly. She releases the button then slips her hand inside to cup my hardening length with her palm, applying a gentle pressure that makes me feel like I’m about to explode there and then.

“I need you, Chloe. I need to fuck you right now. Please.”

She doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she rips off her T-shirt and unclasps her bra so she can throw it to the floor. I take off my own shirt, and we roll around on the floor for a little longer, me rolling on a condom before, finally, I slip inside her and we connect, moving against each other in a perfect rhythm.

This moment will have to end eventually, but I never want it to.

We kiss, we hold each other, we fuck — no, we make love. That expression has never been more true than it is right now.

This is love. She must feel it too. She must.

What other explanation is there for the way her hips move? For the way she throws her head back and moans? For the look of pure ecstasy on her face?

Her mouth opens in silent gasps, and she cries out as she comes, her body shaking out of her control. I reach down between our bodies to her clit, wanting her to come again and again, wanting to make her feel so, so good.

And then I explode.

The world fades around me for a second. All I’m aware of is Chloe’s body, the way her breasts press against me, the way her hands cling to my skin, the way her lips feel against my face, and I almost say it again. The thought is so loud in my head,Chloe, I love you. I’m sure she must feel it.

But saying it is too much like a confession. And in this moment, this beautiful moment of peace and passion, I feel like a confession will bring it all shattering down.

CHAPTER 25

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