Page 42 of Some Like It Royal

All thoughts of pushing him away evaporated.

“I want you.” His murmured words echoed her own thoughts and then his lips closed over one aching, turgid peak and she gave up any pretense. Her back arched, thrusting the bud into his mouth, and he grazed the sensitive tip with his teeth before latching on to it in a hard suck that pulled all that aching, wanton need to the forefront. His hips ground to hers, teasing her through their clothes with a mock thrust. She stroked her nails down his back, found the hem of his shirt and glided them back up the warm heat of his skin.

Electricity pumped through her, like summer lightning rippling through her body. Somewhere between the first touch of his lips to her nipple and his wet kisses tracing a path to the other, her shirt hit the floor and so did his. He surged up and caught her mouth in a kiss that demanded as much as he gave. The light hairs on his chest tickled her breasts and she hitched her legs higher, wrapping them around him. His tongue stroked hers, swirling, teasing and tasting. The hot, rich spicy scent of his masculinity filled her, imprinting on her soul. When he slid his hand beneath her waistband, she held her breath.

He lifted his head as two of his fingers glided along the damp seam of her pussy and she didn’t even try to suppress the moan. A possessive smile lifted the corners of his mouth and his blue, blue eyes darkened.

“You are so wet,” he whispered. The raw declaration sent another flood of heat through her and she pushed her hips up, grinding against those fingers exploring her folds. He cupped her pussy in his palm and began a slow back-and-forth glide against her clit.

Weeks of drugging kisses, casual touches and wonderful company left her primed for the wildness threading through her. She fisted a hand into his hair and dragged him upward, and he caught her mouth in another kiss as a finger slid inside her. She bucked against his hand, wanting—no, needing—more. Her body hummed, her heart shattering the restrictive bands she’d encircled it with.

He drove her higher, thrusting her over the peak, and pleasure exploded through her. She drifted on the eddies of the pleasure he’d given her and she ran her hands up and down his back. She wanted more. She wanted him inside her, filling her, and she rode his hand with a demand of her own.

Petting her through the orgasm, his kisses grew less feverish. He teased her, nibbling at her lips and tracing a path to her ear. When he latched on to her earlobe, a fresh wave of tension coiled through her. “Daniel…” she exhaled on a whisper, barely able to contain the emotions boiling up inside her.

“Shh,” he soothed, his breath warm as he traced his tongue around the whorls of her ear. His hands continued to pet, to stroke, and when she caught fire again, he caught her clit between his thumb and forefinger. The barest of pressure and she imploded all over again, her head arching back, and he covered her mouth with his to swallow her cries of pleasure.

Cool air rushed against her breasts, tightening her nipples. She opened her eyes to find him sitting. He dragged her shorts and panties down and tossed them off the edge of the bed. His own shorts slid off his hips and she lifted up on an elbow, drinking in the glorious sight of him.

His cock jutted, thick and full. He reached across her to the nightstand and she dragged her fingers down his chest. She wanted to touch him. Bad idea or not, she didn’t know and frankly, she no longer cared. His muscles jerked and jumped with every touch and he fumbled with a curse. His wallet slid off the bed and she slithered along him as he chased it. She bit down on his shoulder, his hot skin salty with a gleam of sweat. She found his nipple and swirled her tongue around it, remembering what he did to her.

A low groan vibrated through his chest. “You’re killing me.” He laughed, but he didn’t pull away as he came up with his wallet. She barely noticed the tinfoil in his hand as she taste-tested her way across his chest. His abdominal muscles rippled and she inched lower. One tentative touch of her mouth to his erection and he jerked, pulling away and lunging up to catch her hands.

“You do that and I will come in about thirty seconds,” he warned, his face tight. A vein throbbed in his forehead and his blue eyes were dark with a need she understood only too well.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she teased, stroking the hard length of him with her palm from balls to tip and back. He hissed out a breath and buried his face against her neck. He bit her, the lightest grazing of his teeth, then he sucked at her skin and a fresh riot of sensations broke out over her.

“It is when I want to come inside you.” The rawness undid her. The strength of his touch, the naked vulnerability in his words and the passion in his eyes seduced her objections. She lifted her hands in surrender, tipping her chin back and thrusting her breasts toward him.

“Thirty seconds,” she advised, a playful grin tipping her lips. “And then all bets are off.”

Her heart hiccupped as his full lips turned in another devastating grin. He ripped the foil on the package and she watched as he rolled the condom into place. The ache between her thighs became a demanding pulse. She was hardly a virgin or inexperienced and at the same time, she wasn’t sure she’d ever wanted someone as much as she wanted him.

Drinking in the sight of him, she scraped her teeth over her lower lip even as she savored how gorgeous he was. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to skate her fingers over every muscle, explore every twitch, drown in the contact of his skin against hers. All the reasons they shouldn’t do this evaporated.

The words “no sex clause” whispered against the back of her mind, a taunt? A tease? Or just a reminder? Dragging her gaze back up to Daniel’s, Alyx forgot how to breathe. The clause made sense when she didn’t know him.

That was then…Right? We don’t need that anymore, do we?

“Alyx,” he exhaled her name like a caress. The look in his eyes shredded what was left of her reservations. This was Daniel.

“I’m here,” she promised, cupping his cheek in her palm. The warmth of his skin reminded her that they were wrapped up in each other. The stubble decorating his jaw prickled at her palm. Reality and fantasy twining together.

“Any second thoughts?” He searched her face. “If you have them…”

She pressed her fingers to his lips, understanding what he wasn’t saying. “No,” she said, whispering in the same hushed tone he used. “I have no second thoughts, not right now. I want this…I want you.”

It was true. She didn’t. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea or even a good idea, but she didn’t want to focus on any of that. She just wanted to be with him.

He closed his eyes briefly. “Thank fuck.” Then he tumbled her onto her back. As he settled between her thighs, he kept his gaze locked on hers. It left her bare, open, and utterly exposed. The way the muscle in his jaw ticked as though it was taking every ounce of his control.

Fire burned in those stunning blue eyes, fire and something more. Something she’d never seen in anyone else’s eyes before. It buffeted her in a way she couldn’t explain and didn’t want to at the moment,

As he slid into her, she fisted his hair. The tension winding tighter and tighter within her left her shaking. As his cock stretched inch by inch, a laugh escaped. It wasn’t just the raw, unvarnished emotion from him but a heady inescapable one from herself. She twined her legs around his hips and tugged his head down.

He thrust into her, stretching her as their mouths collided. Locked in a duel of tongues, he drove into her over and over. She raced her hands from his hair to his ass, then dug her nails into those taut cheeks that flexed with every surge.

“You feel so good,” she admitted in between deep, biting kisses and his huff made her laugh again. The sounds just had her inner muscles clamping and his breath hissed out as he tightened his arms around her.

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