Page 23 of The Prince's Secret Twins

“It did at the beginning but not anymore.”

“Good,” he said, then lifted her breast so that he could tease that nipple. He knew from the past that she loved it when he teased her breasts. And just as in the past, Tila moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

“More,” she ordered, her fingers tangling in his short hair.

Joran couldn’t respond. Not with her fingers tugging at his hair like that. He loved it. He needed her to keep doing that, so he moved to her other nipple, teasing the tip with lips and tongue then stroking his thumb over the tip. He kept alternating between his wet tongue and his demanding thumb until she was shifting her hips against his erection.

“I need your shirt gone,” she whispered, her warm, soft breath tickling his ear. “Now!”

Joran kept his mouth on her nipple while he reached down and literally ripped his dress shirt off, tossing it away. His movements made her breasts bounce appealingly and he didn’trelease her nipple. When his hands were free again, he reached down, pulling her hips more tightly against his shaft, eliciting a gasp from his woman.

“More!” she demanded, her hips already rolling against him urgently.

Joran reached up, sliding his fingers up her back. He knew what she was doing. In the past, Joran had stopped her from finding her pleasure in this way, just to drive her wild. But tonight, he wanted to please and pleasure her in every possible way. So, he not only let her shift against him, he helped her, reaching down. Her leggings were in the way, but the stretchy material was no match for his searching fingers.

Okay, maybe it was, he thought with a growl. The material was too tight. The leggings had to go.

“Wha…?” Tila gasped when he set her on her feet. She stood in front of him on shaky legs, her hands fluttering as she tried to make sense of what he was doing.

Joran didn’t have the mental capacity to explain. Instead, he simply tugged the leggings down without mercy. When they were gone, he lifted her back up and lay back on the mattress with Tila’s legs spread out around him. He pulled her hips down, causing her to spread her knees wide. With his hands keeping her imprisoned, he lapped at that nub, sucking and teasing it.

Chapter 16

Tila was shocked by this new position. He’d never been so brazen before. When she felt his tongue flick against that swollen nub, she was so surprised, that it took her a moment to react. But only a moment. Quickly, his magical tongue and those damn thumbs of his explored her in that naughty, delicious way and all she could do was moan as he pulled her closer. And closer! Tila vaguely wondered if she might suffocate him, but she was past caring. She rolled her hips against his mouth, showing him what she needed and…!

“Joran!” she gasped, her hips writhing against his mouth while her first orgasm exploded within her. Her body felt as if she were melting and throbbing as the pleasure washed over her in waves. It was too much and she tried to pull away, to catch her breath. But Joran wasn’t done. He gave her one more lick and she shuddered, needing to…what? She’d already climaxed!

“Joran,” she whimpered.

Thankfully, he released her, but only so that he could roll her over. Then he was looming over her, his hips caught in the embrace of her legs, but not pressing against her at the moment. Still, seeing him like this, his hair tousled because of what he’d been doing to her was…breathtakingly sexy!

He pulled away and Tila watched as he stood up. With swift, determined movements, he released the belt and stripped out of his remaining clothes. Watching him, seeing every beautiful part of him revealed to her eager eyes, made her forget her self-consciousness of her changed body. This was Joran and he was…utterly magnificent! Those rippling muscles had always been such a delight to touch. Her fingers itched to touch him, to feel every inch of him pressed against her.

He paused to grab a condom out of a drawer, then hurried back to her, his body tall and strong and definitely ready for her.

She reached out, wanting to touch him. But he grabbed her wrist and came down over her, pinning her arms over her head. “If you touch me now, I won’t last, Tila,” he murmured. Then he kissed his way down her neck, finding every one of those places that made her sigh and moan.

He pulled away only long enough to open the condom and roll it down over his impressive shaft. Then he was there again, but her wrists weren’t pinned over her head this time. Instead, he placed her hands on his head. “Touch me, Tila. Pull my hair.” He kissed her, gently at first, but when she started sliding her fingers over his hair, the kiss deepened. She knew he didn’t just like it when she tugged at his hair, he loved everything about her fingers in his hair. Tila didn’t think about the nights he’d rested his head on her breasts while she ran her fingers through his silky locks. The man literally purred when someone touched his hair. Correction, he purred when she touched his hair. Tila didn’t want to think about Joran being in another woman’s arms.

But she couldn’t help it. He’d been away from her for so long and she’d spent so many nights terrorized by the thought of him with other women. So, she yanked at his hair, which made him groan, and that fed the fires of her desire. She did it again, needing to hear that sound again. Every time she tugged, he groaned, until he thrust into her.

Then froze!

“Tila!” he moaned, not moving as he looked down at her. “Did I hurt you?”

Tila almost laughed at the possibility. “No,” she whispered, frustrated that he wasn’t fully inside of her yet. She needed all of him, needed him to fill her up and do that thrusting-wiggle thing that never failed to drive her wild. “But I’m going to be very angry if you don’t,” she tugged at his hair again, “move so that we can–”

She gasped as he thrust into her. It wasn’t the rough thrusts that he’d done to her in the past. This was a gentle slide, then a hesitation. She tugged again and he pulled out, then moved into her once more. Again and again, she tugged and he thrust. It was the rhythm that worked for them in the past and it wasn’t failing them now. Over and over, they shifted against each other, moving in the ways that they’d figured out over a year ago. But it was better now, hotter, faster, and more overwhelming. Maybe their nearly frantic pace was because they’d been separated for so long. Or maybe it was caused by all of the latent feelings they were both pretending weren’t there, simmering just below the surface.

Whatever, it worked and Tila was soon spiraling into her second climax, her body clinging to Joran as she tried, and failed, to control the tidal wave of sizzling sensations. Joran continued to thrust for several more moments, then he froze, groaning, as his body tightened with his own climax.

Then it was over. He fell on top of her while Tila wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes at the beauty of what they’d just shared. We’ve still got it, she thought with a burst of happiness.

Chapter 17

Tila woke at midnight, hearing Laith’s cry. With a moan, she slipped out of Joran’s arms, not wanting to disturb him. He’d been up with their sons every night, right along with her. She’d nurse whichever boy had woken first, while he gave the other a bottle. He had become an expert at changing diapers too. He was fast and efficient, never allowing either little devil to spray him after that first time.

She grabbed his dress shirt from the floor and tried to button it up, but the buttons were gone. Tila smiled as she pulled the sides closed and searched for her panties. But when they weren’t to be found, she rushed over to the closet and grabbed a clean pair, slipping them on quickly. She didn’t need to worry about Laith’s continued cries because the night nanny would have changed his diaper already, soothing the little demon until Tila came to feed him.

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