Page 71 of The Princess Trap
She looked up with a start, a little smile curving her lips. “You’re back.”
“And you’re not in bed.”
She put the book she was reading aside. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Right.” He moved closer, felt himself prowling the room like a predator but couldn’t stop. He could see the outline of her nipples through that T-shirt, thick and dark, dragging hismind into dangerous places. Her legs were bare, and only her soft, blue underwear hid her pussy from his gaze.
It was very thin underwear. The kind he could rip right off her, if he really wanted to. His cock went from interested to painfully hard in the space of a second.
She gazed up at him with eyes turned obsidian in the low light. “You look…”
“What?” His voice was almost a growl, but he didn’t care. There was no hiding his feelings now, if he’d ever managed to.
Cherry shook her head. “It’s late. We should go upstairs.” She started to rise, but Ruben pressed a hand to her chest and pushed until she sank back down onto the loveseat. He took off his suit jacket and dropped it onto the floor, rolling up his shirt sleeves. Then he sat down beside her and picked up the book she’d abandoned.
“Devil’s Embrace,” he read out. “Sounds… Actually, I’m really not sure how that sounds.”
Cherry grinned, snatching the book out of his hands and putting it down on the floor. “It’s a real bodice-ripper. Very dramatic. Very old-fashioned. I don’t know how I feel about it.”
“You found that in here?” He put her legs in his lap and she allowed it, relaxing into him. Forgetting to be self-conscious. Her toes were painted the same pink as her nails.
“I did. I think Agathe—”
“I really need younotto finish that sentence.”
She laughed. “Fair enough.” Then she shifted in his lap, and her laughter faded, her eyes widening slightly as her bare foot nudged the unmistakable swell of his erection. He tried not to moan at the contact, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from sliding shut or his hips from jerking towards her.
He was more on-edge that he’d thought. He needed her more than he’d thought. No surprise there.
But it was a surprise to feel her come to him. It was a surprise when she rose up onto her knees, when she put her hands on his shoulders and straddled his thighs. Ruben opened his eyes to find Cherry watching him with that dark, endless gaze.
He leaned forward and kissed her, quick and gentle. Just a taste of her sweetness, his tongue feathering along her lower lip until she moaned softly, rolling her hips.
He caught the hem of her T-shirt in his hand and whispered, “Let me see you. Please.”
She let her forehead rest against his for a moment. Then she straightened up and pulled the fabric away from his fingers.
She took it off on her own.
He didn’t look. For some reason, he justcouldn’t. So he kept his gaze on her face as she shifted against him, fiddling with something he couldn’t see. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to take off my underwear.”
Ruben slid his hands down the smooth plane of her back until it curved into her arse. She had dimples everywhere, it turned out. He grabbed her underwear in both hands and tore.
She gave a little yelp, then looked down. He wanted to look down too, but he thought he might die if he did.
“You know,” she said, “I think you have to tear both sides.”
He moved his hands to the front of her body. Caught the fabric there. Tore.
“That better?” he rasped out.
She smiled. Then she reached between her legs and produced the remnants of her underwear, waving it around like a flag. “Very efficient.”
He slid his palm down over her mound, his middle finger easing between her swollen folds. All he could say was, “You’re wet.”
Her hand cupped his jaw, and he felt like he belonged. “I was waiting for you.”
