Page 21 of Royal Player
She sips her wine and smacks her lips. “It tastes like wine.” She finishes the glass and hands it to me like I’m her personal butler.
Now I’ve got a glass in each hand, so when she suddenly plasters herself against me, I’m caught in her embrace. A flash of heat surges through me. She feels right, good,perfect. This is a problem.
She looks up at me, her arms wrapped around my middle. “We’re magnets. I knew it since we met.”
“Magnets?” I echo, confused.
She laughs. “Yes. It’s magnetism that makes me want to press against you.” She goes up on tiptoe and whispers in my ear, “Can I tell you a secret?”
I stifle a groan, but I don’t pull away. She feels too good. Besides, she probably won’t remember any of this in the morning.
She whispers so close my ear vibrates. “Alice told me you’re making eyes at me. Does that mean you feel the magnet pull too?”
“Attraction, and yes. It’s mutual.” She sighs happily, so I add, “Not that we’re going to do anything about it.”
She hugs me tight, pressing her cheek against my chest. I like it way too much. “I’m glad. Otherwise, this hug would be so embarrassing.” She looks up at me. “Hug me back.”
“My hands are full.” I try to step back, but she moves with me. “Let me put these glasses down.”
She pouts but complies, watching me closely. I step to a small table, set the glasses down, and turn back to her. Her arms are open to me, a big goofy smile on her face, waiting to embrace me again. I’d laugh at her enthusiasm if I wasn’t so turned on. This is wrong on so many levels—she’s drunk, she’s practically engaged, she’s a virgin. This is not a woman I can casually fool around with.
I take her hand and lead her to sit on the end of a long sofa. I take the seat next to her, and she immediately slides her fingers to the nape of my neck, stroking my hair. I am not unaffected.
“Soft,” she says.
I take her hand off my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze before pushing her hand down to rest on the sofa. “Have you ever had this much to drink before?”
“Oh, I never get a hangover. I’m very careful. Two drinks, that’s it.”
“I counted four.”
She holds up two fingers. “Two martinis.” She puts them down and lifts them again. “Two wines.”
“That’s four.”
She grins. “Just two of each.” She leans against my arm. “You know what else Alice said?”
I exhale sharply. “I don’t want to know.”
“She says a man’s mouth on you is magic.”
I jolt, lust surging through me, the blood rushing through my veins.
She goes on. “It’s even better than her vibrator, and that has three levels. I never got to try either.” She looks up at me expectantly. “Neither one. Just my own fingers going round and round.”
I’m rock hard. I tear my gaze from hers and see the skinny strap of her dress slipped off her shoulder. How can one smooth shoulder be so sexy? “I didn’t hear that,” I mutter. Virgin Polly dirty talking. Nope. Didn’t hear a thing.
“Is your mouth magic?” she whispers.
At least she’s whispering. “It’s getting late. We should get Alice to take you back to the hotel.”
“Don’t you dare send me home!” She straightens, stiff as a board. “I outrank you. I’m a princess.”
I bite back a laugh. “I’m a prince. You don’t outrank me.”
“I’ll soon be queen!” It would probably have more effect if she didn’t slur thesoon.
I dip my head to speak close to her ear. “Right now you’re a drunk, horny virgin princess and, unfortunately, I have to be the sensible one here.”
