Page 29 of The Prince's Castaway Baby

“Good. I mean, obviously good, but I’m clean too. I wouldn’t want to— I mean, I wouldn’t suggest that?—”

Sensing one of his rambles coming on, I kiss him again to shut him up. There’s a fire burning inside me, and it’s not going to get doused by listening to him talking nonsense about STIs. If anything, that’s the opposite of what I want to hear right now.

What I want is for him to strip me naked and kiss me so hard I lose all ability to think coherently.

Fortunately, he gets the message. He jumps to his feet and lifts me to mine, all but sweeping me up as we stumble towards the cabin, snatching kisses in between watching where we’re going.

We make our way into my room, and he wastes no time pinning me up against the wall and sliding his hands up my shirt. His palms are warm against my belly, but I still shiver as that electric crackle spreads over my skin again. I help him get me out of my T-shirt, then feel faintly embarrassed by the fact I’m wearing a random old sports bra.

If I’d known Jens was going to see me naked today, I’d have put a little more effort in.

But he still rakes his eyes over my body like he’s looking at something precious. “You’re gorgeous,” he breathes, and a hot rush floods both to my face and in between my legs.

“No,you’regorgeous.”

“But you haven’t even seen me yet.”

“The wet shirt left very little to the imagination.”

“You liked that, did you?”

He raises a cocky eyebrow, and I shake my head fondly. “You say that like you did it on purpose.” He shrugs, not disproving my idea, but doesn’t comment. “But,” I add, “I think I might need to see it again.”

With a grin, he slides off his shirt and throws it to the floor. And I was right. The wet shirt had given me exactly the right idea about his physique.

He’s muscular, but not in that weird, movie-star way. Instead, he just looks strong, well built and powerful. He’s streamlined. He is most definitely gorgeous.

We fumble our way out of the rest of our clothes, helping each other by undoing buttons and clasps, and by the time we fall into bed, we are completely naked and our lips are fused together. I would be happy enough to keep kissing him forever, but there’s a throbbing between my legs that I need to address.

Carefully, I take his hand and guide him to my core, and to my relief, he gets the idea quickly, his fingers tickling over my belly then drifting down. “Please,” I gasp, not wanting to wait.

As he slides his fingers into my folds and dives into my wetness, his lips capture mine again, and the sparks that have been flyingbetween us turn into a live wire in water, exploding into a pleasure that makes me shake and cry out and curl into his body. His fingers are gentle, exploratory, and when he finds just the right place to touch, he zones in on it, bringing me closer and closer to climax.

And when I do come, he doesn’t stop. He holds me and touches me and kisses me as warm, intense pleasure floods into every nerve ending in my body.

All I can do is cling to him and gasp his name.

When he slides his fingers out of me, I’m left with a gaping void, a desperate desire for more, but almost like he can read my mind, he shuffles his position and lines his hardness up with my entrance. “Please,” I whisper. “I need you inside me.”

“Your wish is my command,” he growls, then surges forward, connecting us in a way I barely imagined could be possible.

We entwine in perfect harmony, our bodies fitting together like a key in a lock, like two halves of a whole that never realized they were supposed to be one. I come again, clawing at his skin, and he doesn’t stop, almost like he doesn’t know how.

I almost wish he neverhadto stop.

This feeling, the crackling electricity and the smell of sweat and sex, the hair sticking to our faces and hips colliding against each other — it’s all perfect.

For the first time in a long time, I feel perfect.

I really can let myself believe that Jens wants me. He’s proving it with every second.

Deep in my heart, I know it without a doubt. This is true.

CHAPTER 15

JENSEN

Waking up with a girl in my arms has never felt this good.

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