Page 28 of Mom-Com
He drops the reins and slides his gloves off, one hand at a time. I’m mesmerized by his hands; the size of them, the shape, the rough-looking callouses that don’t seem congruent with a prince. And then he’s sweeping my long, blond hair to one side, a single fingertip tracing down my exposed neck to the cleavage begging to be freed.
My breath comes quick and shallow. His touch is fire, lighting up nerve endings that have lain dormant until now.
“Lily,” he calls.
I open my eyes, not realizing I’d closed them. He’s staring at me, those eyelids half closed, but not enough to hide the storm I see in the gray irises.
“Make your decision. Stay on the horse? Or against a tree?”
His words make no sense. But he’s asked me to make a decision and I will. Anything my prince desires. So I pick, having no idea what about.
“Tree, please.”
His arms bracket me against his chest and suddenly we’re on the ground, the horse gone. It’s only us and a forest of trees. He lifts me again and my hands fly to his shoulders. I have no doubt that he wouldn’t drop me, but I can’t wait any longer to touch him.
My back slams against a rough wall and a squeal squeezes out of my throat.
Against a tree.
“I need you, Lily,” my prince groans into my neck.
Too lost for words, I nod my agreement and he kisses his way up to my jaw and then finally my mouth. His lips coax mine open, his tongue a plundering force like I’ve never experienced before. He’s consuming me one kiss at a time.
A pull, a tug, down deep in my belly. I don’t know what I want, but I want it all right now. With him.
“Wrap your legs around me, love,” he whispers against my lips.
He helps me obey by pulling my long skirt to my waist. The chilled air hits my skin until he presses between my legs, no air possible between our bodies now. His kisses continue, this time accompanied by a flexing of his hips that sends shots of light behind my eyes. When he stops, I follow, my body too strung out on his drug to go without, even for a moment.
A loud rip enters my awareness, my panties a flash of bright yellow as they’re flung to the ground. I nip at his bottom lip, my hands holding his face, desperate for more even as his hands leave my body.
A clink of metal rings out, echoing among the trees. I don’t have long to wonder, not when his bare skin is now against my most intimate space. It’s heaven, it’s hell. I need the sweet torment to end, but I already fear for when it does.
He enters me on an exhale, the sting momentary, the fullness my new obsession.
“Mine, Lily, mine,” he chants. He pulls back and then plunges forward, my back taking the brunt of the force. The bark chafes and scrapes my delicate skin, but blinding pleasure exceeds any irritation.
“Please,” I moan, for what I don’t know, don’t care.
He drives into me faster, the slide easier now, all pain gone entirely. A storm is brewing, too vast and dangerous to be survived. I know it, and yet I still race forward to meet it. I claw at his shoulders, squeezing my legs tighter, riding my prince with each long stroke and jarring bounce.
And then it breaks.
The storm clouds burst and rain down light, letting me see his face, a mask of concentration as he blunders my body. I throw my head back and ride out the aftermath, hearing his shout as he spills himself into me.
A smile is all that’s left of me.
And when I wake, I still feel the pulsing between my thighs, the sting on my back, and the smile that may just be permanent now.
Until I realize who my prince was in my naughty dream.
Jameson.
My next-door neighbor.
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Jameson
