Page 49 of Prince of Her Heart
“No more teasing, Ramzi!”she pleaded, her fingers diving into his hair again.She lifted her head, glaring down at him poised between her legs.
“Just a little more,” he argued, then spread her wider while his tongue flicked against that throbbing nub.Over and over, his tongue flicked, then he’d change to sucking, and he knew when she was about to splinter and pulled away, only to bring her right to the edge again.
“No more!”she gasped, writhing now, nearly insane with need.
With the same need pulsing inside of him, he grabbed the condom and rolled it down over his shaft.With one thrust, he was inside her, his thumb still pressed against that nub.Tabitha climaxed almost immediately as her body stretched to accommodate his heavy shaft.But she knew he wasn’t finished.In fact, he was just getting started.
As she came down from that first beautiful climax, he was still, staring down at her.When she opened her eyes, he leaned, kissing her so gently, it nearly brought tears to her eyes.While he teased her lips, his body slowly moved within her, gently bringing her body back to that same urgent need she’d thought he’d appeased moments ago.
Tabitha arched her back, needing that elusive explosion again.Thankfully, Ramzi knew how to move, knew how to shift his body so that hers was rubbing perfectly against his abdomen.But just to be sure, he brought his hand down, rubbing his thumb against that sensitive nub.
Moving faster now, she cried out softly as her body exploded all over again.Every part of her tingled with joy and connection.Then she felt his shaft expand and additional softer waves washed over her as he thrust even faster.Moments later, he found his own release, then collapsed against her.
There was a long moment of stillness and Tabitha wrapped her arms and legs around Ramzi, pulling him in tightly as if she could somehow meld her body with his.
Chapter 23
Tabitha shivered as she slipped out of bed, her bare feet brushing against the cool wooden floor.Her body still hummed with aftershocks, muscles aching in places she hadn’t even known existed.And yes—she was definitely walking with a bit of caution.
But she was late.
Ramzi had kept her up nearly all night, showing her—over and over—just how many ways he could make her body sing.He’d taken her from behind, his hand stroking her while he pinned her palms to the wall.Later, he’d rolled onto his back and watched, ravenous and intent, as she rode him, his hands guiding hers to her throbbing center, whispering filthy encouragements as she shattered.They’d made love in the shower, against the wall, the water barely hotter than his mouth on her skin.If they’d had more time—or strength—he probably would’ve taken her in that antique velvet chair too.
Grinning like a madwoman, she stepped into the shower, rinsing away the scent of his cologne and their tangled, delicious night.Afterward, she toweled off and tiptoed out to find her clothes.
“I’m awake,” came his gravelly voice from the bed.
Tabitha jumped, her towel slipping slightly as she turned to see him lift his head, sleepy but alert.His eyes sharpened the moment he registered her intent.
“You’re getting dressed,” he said darkly, like she’d committed a crime.
“I have to,” she replied with a half-smile, pulling her bra on.His stare made her hyper-aware of every move—adjusting the lace, fastening the clasp, sliding on her jeans without looking at him.
“What time is the wedding?”he asked, voice husky as he raked a hand through his hair.
“Ten.Stacy and John want to hit the road early—they’re driving cross-country for their honeymoon.”
“Ten in the morning?”he grumbled, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.“What sort of wedding starts at ten a.m.?”
She slipped on her flats, desperate to escape before he convinced her to stay and be late.Again.
“I’ll walk you home,” he said, scanning the floor for his pants.
“No need!”she blurted, a little too fast.His nakedness was a dangerous distraction, and her self-control was already fraying.“It’s just a few blocks.I’m fine.”
“Tabitha—”
“No, seriously!”she called out, grabbing her phone and keys.Her voice had a pitch of panic she didn’t intend, but he was too irresistible like this—rumpled, golden-skinned, and entirely too tempting.
She yanked open the door and winced.It was rude to fling it wide when the man behind her was stark naked, but she didn’t stop to explain.Thankfully, only his guards were in the hallway, though their expressions said it all—surprise, amusement, and… recognition.
She wasdefinitelydoing the walk of shame.
“Sorry!”she whispered, cheeks flaming as she darted past them, head ducked like a kid sneaking out after curfew.
She nearly collided with Ms.Weatherby, who rounded the corner carrying a tray of fresh pastries.The older woman froze mid-step, mouth dropping open in slow-motion horror.
“TabithaJones!What on earth do you think you’re doing, coming down from theguestbedrooms?”
