Page 112 of Raul
“I can’t believe we’re together,” she whispered back. “I must be dreaming.”
She felt his lips curve in a smile. “Would an orgasm convince you this is real?”
“It would help,” she said, smiling back. “But I want you to come with me. No holding back.”
“As long as you promise to tell me if your wounds hurt,” he said.
“If you can’t make me forget a couple of scratches, you’re not the prince I know and love,” she purred before giving him a kiss of pure passion.
“Ay, mi querida!”he moaned as he grasped her hips and began to move in and out of her in long, slow strokes, his gaze locked with hers.
“I love you,” he said each time he drove into her.
“Yes!” she responded over and over again. Until everything inside her coiled into a moment of stillness before it released in a paroxysm of searing pleasure, and she shrieked his name.
He arched back, his head against the cushion as he thrust in deep and pulsed in his own climax. “Erica,mi amor!”
His orgasm pushed her into another one, sending a new shower of erotic sparks through her body. She convulsed around him, reveling in the feel of his cock inside her.
And then her muscles relaxed with little ripples of sensation as gentle as the water lapping against their boat. They sat there, still connected until he softened inside her.
Raul slid them both sideways to lie on the bench with her sprawled on top of his big, muscular body.
“I want to stay like this forever,” she murmured against the bare skin of his chest. “Naked on a boat in the middle of a turquoise sea. With only you.”
“That would be paradise,” he agreed, his voice vibrating deep and rich in her ear. “Except we would need food to keep up our strength for making love.” He skimmed his palm over her back to rest on the curve of her butt.
“They can deliver it to us every day,” she said, giving a happy wiggle under his hand. “By drone so we don’t have to put clothes on.”
“I’m liking this plan,” he purred. “As it happens, there’s a picnic basket full of food in the cabin if you’re hungry.”
“Nope. I’m staying right here.” She burrowed her hands between the cushion and his back to hug him.
His grip on her tightened before he kissed her hair, saying in a solemn voice, “For as long as you like.”
If only that were true. But for now, she relaxed into this moment out of time when they were just two people who had been given the chance to love each other. She reveled in the expanse of his bare chest against hers, the rise and fall of his breath under her cheek, the springy hair on his calves tickling her, and the sexy male scent of him mixed with the sea breeze. His hand moved up and down her spine in lazy strokes that sent tingles dancing across her skin.
Her eyelids were beginning to close when his hand went still. “Do you have sunscreen on?” he asked.
“What?! We’re under an awning.”
“The sun reflects off the water too,” he said. “Your skin is so sensitive that you might burn.”
She pushed herself up from his chest and looked down at him in exasperation. “Way to kill the mood.”
“I’m serious.” And he was, his beautiful, blue eyes bright with concern. “There’s sunscreen in the cabin.”
Her insides turned gooey. She was the one who worried about people getting sunburned or bitten by a snake or spraining their ankle. Okay, she had failed him on that front. But here he was, the Crown Prince of Caleva, fretting over her sun exposure. She lowered her head to give him a tender kiss. “I love you so much.”
He smiled against her mouth. “Wait until you find out how good I am at rubbing lotion on your back. And your thighs. And your beautiful breasts. And your gorgeous bottom.” Which he squeezed lasciviously.
Heat flickered through each body part he mentioned and a few more places.
“Mmm, I certainly don’t want to get a burn,” she said, sitting up beside him and tracing the dragon tattoo’s claw.
He swung his long legs off the cushion to sit up as well. Scooping up her cover-up, he draped it over her like a toga and tied it on one shoulder. Again, her insides melted.
He touched the dragon egg necklace. “It suits you, your fierceness.”
