Page 53 of The Princess Trap
The hand on her cheek disappeared, returned at her waist. He hauled her off the stool and pulled her against him, holding her tight. His body was hard against hers, his erection harder. He reached down and grabbed her arse, his big hand clutching as much firm flesh as it could manage, squeezing and kneading through the stretchy denim of her jeans, staking his claim.
He dragged his lips away from hers, his hot mouth tracingher jawline, leaving brightness in its wake like the tail of a shooting star. “I like the hair,” he growled.
“I don’t care.”
“Liar. I like the way your lips taste, too. Never wear lipstick again.”
She sighed as his tongue flicked out to slide along the line of her throat. “Are you sure about that?”
He paused for a moment, as if thinking. She tried not to whimper and demand more of his mouth. “No,” he said finally. “I leave all lipstick decisions to you. Clearly, you know what you’re doing.” And then, blessedly, he sank his teeth into the softest part of her shoulder.
She let out a cry, and he froze. Then he released her hair, grabbed her waist, turned her around and lifted her onto the island. His hands went to her knees, forced them apart. He stepped into the space between them before she’d even fully registered the fact that they’d moved.
He grabbed her jaw, the tips of his fingers digging into her cheeks, forcing her to meet his eyes. His voice was raw and strained as he said, “I want to take your jeans off and get on my knees and lick your cunt. Tell me you want it.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Then tell me what youdowant, and I’ll give it to you.” He reached down and grabbed his cock through the thick cotton of his joggers, the muscles of his biceps rippling as he squeezed himself. Hard. His hips jerked forwards between her legs and he rasped out, “Tell me. Or at least tell me to fuck off before I come in my pants like a teenager.”
“Maybe I want you to do that.”
He pressed a thumb against her lips, forcing it between her teeth. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Anything. Right now.Tell me.”
She gazed into his eyes, her breath coming in ragged pants, her pussy clenching as if desperate to be filled. The way her legs were spread made her jeans tighter, creating the barest hint of pressure over her clit. The kind that made her want more. He was staring at her with eyes heavy-lidded and lustful, his full lips parted, his hips still jerking as he stroked himself roughly through his clothes. He’d do anything to make her come—she knew that as surely as she knew her own name. He’d make her come, and he’d fucking enjoy it.
She made her decision.
“I want—”
The front door slammed shut, the noise reverberating through the house. “Yoo-hoo! Where is myguldklump?”
“Shit.” Cherry shoved at Ruben’s chest, laughter bubbling up inside her where there should only be panic. “Agathe has a key?”
“Of course she has a key.” He pulled back, straightening her camisole. “She’s my grandmother.”
“Which is why you need to disappear,” Cherry whispered, casting a meaningful glance down at his crotch. Then her brows shot up as she finally caught sight of the erection she’d only felt before now.
Jesus Christ.
He shoved a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. As if they had all the time in the fucking world. Agathe’s heavy steps echoed through the house. “Ruben? Hans?”
Jesus, Hans. How had she forgotten that he could be around here somewhere?
“Go,” she hissed, smacking Ruben’s shoulder. “Now!”
“Okay, okay!” He stepped back. But then, with a mischievous smile on his face that was way cuter than it should be, he leant in again and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Want to come to work with me today?”
She blinked, stunned. “Um…”
“Say yes, or I’ll stay here.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“Fine,” she whispered, holding back her laughter. “Yes. Now fuck off.”
He kissed her other cheek. And then he left.
