Page 114 of Mr. Dangerous

I leaned over him, my hands on either side of his broad shoulders, and kissed him hard. I could feel the tip of his cock brushing between my inner thighs, teasing me, and I grabbed him hard and slid him against my core. I made slow circles, feeling how wet I was for him, the deliberate, lazy circle of his cock against my clit making us both moan indesire.

He grabbed my hips and popped his hips one more time, sliding smoothly inside me. I heard myself moan. I was so close already from the way he’d pleasured me with his mouth. I rode him, traveling up and down his shaft, his hands on my hips guiding me. And at the same time, I could feel the moan on his lips while we were kissing, the way his jaw tensed as he came, and as he shattered inside me I felt myself tighten around him, my orgasm making meblushhot.

I slumped against his chest, feeling his hard arms around me, his cock still buried deep inside me. His abs and chest were hard, angular, against my body, but I still drew warmth and comfort fromhisbody.

Right. I’d been mad at him. I’d had good reason to be. It was hard to remember any ofthatnow.

“And you can’t – we can’t keep doing this thing, Rob.” I said, even as I was wrapped in his powerful arms, breathing in that clean, minty scent ofhisbody.

“Okay,” he said. He kept on holding me tight. And I clung back to him, no matter whatIsaid.

He turned his head to kiss my forehead, brushing a wayward curl back from my face. I knew I should get up and move, but I was so content there, held againsthisbody.

The surf rolled in, the waves breaking on the rocks that lined thebeach.

I never knew that this was what it would be like to live in acastle.

To be aprincess.

To beadored.

To betrapped.

To love an impossible man with all my heart, no matter what it cost me, no matter what dragons waitedforus.

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