Page 96 of The Stolen Princess
“If the opportunity arose, I could,” she said, lifting her chin up to him. “For survival purposes only.”
“Survival.” He nodded. “Of course.”
She took a breath, trying to ease her skipping heart. “Would you ever consider kissing your prisoner?”
“If Iwantedto.”
“Doyou want to?” she whispered between them.
Drake’s intense eyes burned into hers, and with all the confidence of a commander, he slowly closed the gap between them. Before the kiss even started, Myka felt out of breath. His hands went to her neck under her hair, and he pulled her into him. His lips gently covered hers, and it was like Myka could taste the sweet desire on him. He kissed her softly, slowly, then broke apart, and then kissed her again like the whole thing was a dance. Her hands barely grazed the sides of his hips as his lips continued the tender pull and tug.
His mouth broke apart from hers, but he stayed close, skimming the edges of her lips.She peeked her eyes open, seeing firsthand what it looked like to be wanted.
“Myka,” he breathed against her. “You’ve changed every plan I had.”
Her heart went wild, a brand new feeling that she never wanted to stop. Without warning, his body pressed into hers, and he kissed her again with more purpose than before. His hands wrapped around her back, and Myka’s arms moved to his broad shoulders. Her lips moved with his, taking every cue and nod that he gave.
Drake Vestry could kiss, andthiswas the education of a lifetime. Ms. Happ should retire, because there was a new teacher in town.
Everything inside of her whirled with excitement. She felt breathless, like she’d run a mile, and her heart pounded loudly in her ears. Heat built up between them, hot enough to start the entire forest on fire. There was so much passion, so much desire, and she didn’t want it to stop.
Their lips broke, and their heavy breaths filled the air. His forehead leaned against hers, and his hands rested on her hips.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” she said, not knowing why she felt the need to announce that right then.
He smiled. “You havenothingto worry about.”
“I’m not worried,” she breathed. “You’re worried.”
Her brows bent.
What was she even saying? She might have blushed, but it didn’t matter because it was dark, and there was no way he could have seen it.
Drake smiled, then bent his head down, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. Myka closed her eyes as his lips lingered by the side of her face. His breath tickled her skin, and he kissed her with soft pecks until his lips were next to her ear.
“What are you doing to me?” he whispered.
She tilted her head, giving him better access, in case he felt like leaving a trail of soft kisses down her neck. How did she even know about the neck tilt? She had no clue, but it worked. Drake’s lips softly grazed her neck, leaving a path of little kisses on her skin.
“Technically,” she breathed. “You’re doing something to me.”
Slowly, he moved his head from the side of her neck to her cheek, to the front of her face, the tip of his nose skimming across her skin on the way.
“You’ve probably kissed a hundred women before me,” she said. In that moment, why couldn’t she have been the confident Myka who had stabbed him, not the insecure version of herself who had never kissed a man before?
He lifted an eyebrow. “A hundred women? I think you’re overestimating my charms.”
She wasn’t.
She smiled, hugging him close. “Does this mean I’m not your prisoner anymore?”
“This means I can’t sleep next to you anymore,” he whispered into her ear.
“Why?” she pouted.
He pulled back, and although Myka couldn’t see the look in his eyes, she could easily guess the exasperated expression written across his face. “Myka, I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“Maybe I don't want a gentleman,” she said, kissing his cheek.
