Page 44 of Royal Fling
I put my hands to my hips and raised an eyebrow. It was my turn to admire him.
He was wearing a burgundy sweater, a pair of black slacks, and black leather shoes. He had on a leather watch that probably cost more than this entire neighborhood, and a matching leather belt. His hair had been swept to the side with some hair product, framing his face much more prominently and making him adorable as fuck.
“Someone dressed down for the evening,” I teased and leaned closer for a peck on the lips.
When I realized what I’d done it was too late. I pushed myself off him and checked on him.
“Was that okay. I'm sorry. So sorry,” I said.
August laughed and drew my lips to his once again.
Damn, he tasted good. And smelled good. And felt good against my own body.
“It's more than okay,” he said when he ended the kiss. “Relax. I've got it all under control.”
I stepped back and arched an eyebrow.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
He didn’t answer me. He just smirked, opened the back door for me, and hopped in after me.
A sweet, old man that had been introduced to me as Nikolas the other day was on the driver’s seat once again. He gave me a curt nod via the rearview mirror, and we were on our way.
“I missed you this week,” he said, looking at me as if I’d hung the stars and I shivered.
I wondered if there would ever be a time when his beautiful eyes wouldn't have that effect on me.
“This week? It's only been two days,” I said.
“Two days too long,” he replied.
“You don’t mean that. If you’re trying to earn brownie points, believe me, you don’t have to,” I said, giving his thigh a squeeze.
“If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I never say anything I don't mean,” he said with so much gravity in his voice that, when paired with his intense gaze, it gave me goosebumps.
“Okay,” was all I managed to say with a croak and looked outside at the busy streets of London.
“So, where are you taking me?” I asked after a few minutes of blurred pedestrians in motion and several sets of red traffic lights.
“I told you. It's a surprise,” he replied. My hand lifted and I turned to him, finding my hand in both of his, and his lips planted a kiss on the back of my palm with a delicate precision that made things stir in my lower parts.
“I wouldn’t keep doing that if I were you,” I said.
That was another lie. Isowould. But definitely not in our present company.
August smirked and trailed his lips on to my wrist and further up my arm like they did in those old black and white films.
Despite how hot and heavy I felt, we kept it tame and PG-13, and only a few minutes later, the car stopped. August looked up, nodding at Nikolas, and opened the door, and with his hand in mine, pulled me out of the car.
“So, was this your surprise? Did you bring me here to murder me? I have to say I preferred my idea of a good time,” I said.
August laughed and turned to face me, walking backwards.
“You are very impatient, aren't you, Lucas?” he said.
It sounded more of a rhetorical question, but I nodded, anyway. He turned to look ahead again and dragged me through some more alleys until we came up to the Thames and the big Ferris wheel known as the London Eye.
“I hope you don't mind heights,” he said, and slit his eyes.
