Page 60 of Star Prince

“Very.”Discipline.He opened one of the saddlebags and moved to hand her a membrane filled with water. She tipped her head back and drank with lusty, unselfconscious enjoyment.

He chuckled. “You appreciate the simple pleasures, do you?”

She contemplated him as she dabbed the back ofher hand to her mouth. “And the not-so-simple ones too, Ian.” Her eyes downright scorched him.

He pretended he hadn’t heard the implicit invitation. “Well.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll put some oil in the hog. You can rest.”

She followed him back to the Harley. “We’ve worked nonstop for weeks now. I say we’ve both earned a little rest,” she said. A reasonable argument, he thought…until her fingers closed on either side of his jaw.

She turned his head, forcefully, then pressed her soft lips to his. “Is this not relaxing?” she murmured against his mouth.

It was anything but. “Tee,” he mumbled.

“Shush, Earth-dweller.” Her fingertips slid into his damp hair. Closing his eyes, he savored her sweet touch. Fighting his physical reaction to her had been a struggle since the beginning. Now he was battling against an intellectual and emotional response too. Plain old lust he could handle, because he refused to be the man his father was. Butthis—it was crazy. In an amazingly short time, she had become a part of his life that he didn’t want to give up, and that turned their flirtation into a personal risk he really couldn’t afford.

His spread hands hovered by her head, reflecting his evaporating restraint as she pressed her lips to his mouth, his chin, his forehead. But when she opened her mouth over his and slipped her tongueinside, her enthusiasm couldn’t quite cover her awkwardness.

The combination boggled his senses. She was supposed to be more experienced.“Casual, uncomplicated liaisons are what I prefer.” He remembered her saying that.

So what if she wasn’t as knowledgeable as she claimed?

All the more reason to stop what they were doing.

She began suckling his tongue, and his thoughts went blank. The sound he made in his throat was one of desperation. His hands landed on her head, and he dragged her to him, guiding her into a long, hot, open-mouthed kiss. His resistance was fading.

Don’t cross the line.

Groaning, he thrust her to arm’s-length, holding her there. “Tee, we can’t.”

A determined smile played across her lips. “You have a terrible habit of ending kisses just when they are getting good,” she complained, then splayed one hand on his chest and marched him backward. “I must train you not to do that.”

He warned, “I’m not free to be with you.”

For an instant, disappointment clouded her eyes. But it vanished, replaced with something that looked like determination. “I’m not free to be with you either. This is all I want.” His back bumped flat against a tree trunk. “Pleasure,” she breathed, coming up on her toes. “Accept this gift I offer you. It will do us both a world of good.”

Accept this gift? Not only did she look like aVash,she sounded like aVash.“Tee—”

She rolled her eyes. “Must you always argue?” Then she cut off his answer by covering his mouth with hers andyanked his T-shirt out of his jeans.

He framed her sweet, flushed face in his hands. “Pixie. What are you doing?”

She snatched his hands and pointedly placed them by his hips. “Being wild.” She said it with no small amount of pride. “Maybe a little crazy, too. But, please, Ian. Stop asking questions.”

His laugh was cut short as she unzipped his jeans.

Holy hell. He couldn’t believe it. The woman who fired his fantasies night after night had thrown him against a tree and was demanding he let her have her way with him? Only the cool air washing over his bare thighs warned him it wasn’t a dream. But when she gathered the waistband of his boxers in her hands and lowered them, he didn’t stop her. He had always followed the rules.Until Tee, sweet, wild Tee.

Her hot hand cupped him intimately, and the back of his head slammed into the tree. Bark pattered onto his face. “Dear heaven, you’re beautiful,” he heard her say.

His cock was so hard, so sensitive, that he nearly exploded with those first, exploratory touches. She must have realized, because she circled her fingers around him, squeezing but not stroking. Just as he gained control, she took him fully into her mouth.

He sucked in a breath at the gentle scrape of her teeth, the circling of her tongue, and tried to keep his knees from buckling. When she began an erotic rhythmic suction, he wanted to explode. He groaned, trying not to make fists in her shortsilky hair. “Ah, Tee,” he managed to blurt out. “You’re…incredible.”Indescribable.He wanted to do this to her—a thousand times over.

But she wasn’t close to finished with him. She paced her movements, building him slowly with a growing confidence he sensed hadn’t been there at first. Her palms followed the contours of his stomach, her fingers splayed. Then her nails traced a light path down his bare thighs, sliding around to his behind. Gripping him firmly, she took him deeper inside her hot, wet mouth.

He bucked forward, his breath hissing. “Tee,” he gasped. Then her tongue did something incredible and he exploded, his entire body quaking in a release that was almost painful in its intensity.

When at last he opened his eyes again, it seemed the sun was higher in the sky, warming his neck and shoulders. All was silent but for the music of the wilderness—insects clicking, creatures chirping, the breeze swishing in the treetops.

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