Page 12 of Coronation
I’d suspected there might be more to it. An irrational, possessive part of me prickles at the thought, but women who look like Zelda are never lacking in options. Nevertheless, I find myself grinning. “I watched one of your movies.”
Her eyes go round, and her mouth falls open, every inch of her face shining with delighted surprise. “You did?” she gasps, clutching her hand to her chest. “Which one?”
Cute. I’ve never felt the need to use the word until this precise moment, but there it is.She’s fucking cute.“Would you hold it against me if I couldn’t remember the title? It was a period piece. You played a nurse.”
I’d made the association the moment I saw her, but theinformation hadn’t felt especially important until now, when it’s making the woman before me beam. “Everdeen United! Oh, that’s so cool, I love that you watched that one. But wait…” Her brow wrinkles. “What does that have to do with…” Her words trail away as a long moan sounds from far off in the garden, and it’s as though she’s only just remembering where we are. Then again, so am I.
There is barely a foot’s distance between us, and heat surges beneath my skin when I step closer still, until we’re all but entwined. “I’m quite confident you aren’t lacking in attention, darling,” I answer her question in a gruff murmur, allowing my eyes to drift lower, shameless in my examination of her. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you were on the screen.”
Zelda looks up at me from beneath an arc of dark eyelashes, and it’s difficult to hold back a groan when her warm hands lift to my chest. I’m sure she can feel the way her touch makes my heart beat like a war drum.
“And tonight?”
Her breathing pattern changes, growing uneven as I draw nearer. The evening air is charged as something dark and primal settles into my bones, demanding I devour this woman.
“The house could burn, and I wouldn’t stop looking at you.”
Zelda Flowers stares back at me, and cute isn’t the word I would use for her now. As the moonlight clings to her like a second skin, I think this woman may be a deadly weapon. If that is the case, I must be a fool, because all I can think of is how to get closer of her.
It seems I’m not the only one, either, as the stunning, dangerous creature before me goes in for the kill. “Would you like to see more of me?”
Her words may be the most erotic, seductive ones ever spoken to me, and they wash away whatever remained of myself-control. Not pausing to second-guess it, my mouth descends on hers in a kiss so bruising, so hungry, it could hardly be classified as a kiss at all. I’m consuming her, swallowing her gasp of surprise and all the breathy little moans that follow as my hands find her waist, crushing her body against my own.
The way she tastes is drugging. My head swims with the rush of adrenaline and arousal as the beautiful woman in my arms clings to me, so clearly as carried away as I am, returning my need with her own. This desire is mutual, and nothing has ever turned me on more.
I hear myself groan as Zelda’s teeth graze my lip, the edge of pain going straight to my cock as my hands travel down the curve of her waist and hips to grip her ass. She’s smaller than me, more delicate, and unquestionably feminine. It’s been so fucking long since I was intimate with a woman, long enough to wonder whether my recollections are accurate, but as we sway on the spot, our kisses bruising,I knowthey aren’t.
Nothing has ever been this good. I would remember.
My mind seems to short-circuit as Zelda’s hand slips between our bodies to find my cock, gripping me through the material of my trousers. I can’t help but press myself into her touch, mindless of anything but the desire for more. I haven’t forgotten her offer, though, and the prospect of seeing more of her is enough to drown any other needs.
Zelda whimpers in protest as I pull away, staring around wildly for the nearest flat surface. There’s a sun lounger stationed in the corner of the patio, its blue and white striped cushion cast in shadow, and I don’t hesitate, backing her toward it.
Though the distance can’t be greater than ten yards, our journey there is clumsy and slow, interrupted frequently by hot, searching kisses and wandering hands. It’s preposterous that we can’t seem to stop touching each other, that she wentfrom being a stranger to me to essential to my survival in such a short period of time. I’m being dragged under the waves, drowning in her, and death is so fucking sweet.
“Lie back,” I grunt when we reach the patio furniture, trying to clear my head as the stunning woman in my arms clings to me, attacking my neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses. My hands dig into the curve of her waist, and even if the momentary break from touching her is akin to torture, I drag her back, forcing her eyes to meet mine. Gritting my teeth, I jerk my chin toward the lounger. “Now, Zelda. I need to fucking see you.”
Cast in shadows, the blue satin of her dress appears to glow as Zelda sinks back onto the cushion, the material pooling beneath her slim legs. She is the very image of lust, her eyelids heavy and her lips parted, swollen from how hard I was kissing her.
The night air seems to grow oppressive and hot as I sink to my knees at the base of the lounger, tugging impatiently at the top button of my shirt to release it. “Do you think they’re watching?” I muse as my hands wrap around her ankles, drawing my thumbs over the skin just above her glossy designer shoes.
Zelda seems to struggle to tear her eyes away from me, but glances over my shoulder. She nods. “Yes, Your Highness.”
My hands smooth further up her bent legs to slip beneath the hem of her dress, which ought to qualify as a weapon of some sort. Our gazes are locked as my searching fingers discover a lace band sitting high on her hips. She lifts them without hesitation, allowing me to slide her panties down her legs, and I curse roughly under my breath as I free them from her ankles and finally see the state of them.
Soaked.This goddess soaked her fucking panties for me, and that discovery has my cock weeping, aroused to the point of pain.
“Zelda, darling, you’ve been getting wet for me? Out here where anyone can see?” I tuck the garment into my pocket, knowing full well she will not be getting it back.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’m so embarrassed.” She isn’t. That breathy, innocent voice might say one thing, but the way her thighs press together says another.
My lips curve as I return my hands to her body. “Open your legs. I’d like to see for myself.”
Even in the shadows, it quickly becomes apparent that this woman’s unearthly perfection isn’t limited to what the world sees. A low groan spills from my lips as her thighs inch apart, allowing me to see her bare cunt, and the arousal which has gathered along the length of her slit. She’s waxed bare apart from a tiny strip of hair over her mound, and it must be disarming for her to have me staring so openly, but I can’t seem to help myself.
“No one else touches you tonight. Do you understand?” I order, my voice like gravel.
There is no room for miscommunication here.
