Page 43 of Royal Player
“Yes. You are already. I want that too.”
He lifts my gown off, his gaze eating me up before he drops to his knees, pressing a kiss through my damp white panties. My breath stutters out at the intimate touch. He hooks his thumbs on the sides of my panties, pulling them down and off before rising to his feet. I kick off my slippers and reach for the waistband of his sleep pants, but he pushes my hands away.
“Just you,” he says before taking my hand and leading me to his bed.
“Why?”
“Because I want to stay your hero, not the reason you miss out on your place in your kingdom.” He pulls the covers out of the way and climbs into bed, propping a pillow up against the headboard and sitting with his back resting against it. “C’mere.” He pats the mattress, spreading his legs to make space for me.
I crawl over, kneeling between his legs, and kiss him. His mouth is hungry on mine, the intensity skyrocketing as his hands roam all over me.
He tears his mouth away, breathing hard. “Turn around. Sit between my legs.”
I’m confused, but I do as he asked. The heat of his chest sears my back. Skin on skin like I’ve longed for. It’s decadent.
His arms wrap around my waist from behind. “Tell me how much you’ve done with your past boyfriends.”
I shut my eyes tight, embarrassed.
His breath puffs out over my ear. “No boyfriends, okay. I probably shouldn’t have brought you naked into my bed so soon.”
I turn my head so he can see the truth in my eyes. “I want to be here.”
“Am I the first man you’ve kissed?”
“No, I’ve kissed three men, but there was no passion, not like with you, and I was never tempted for more. I’m untouched from the neck down.”
He grimaces. “Pol, maybe—”
“No.” I face forward and settle back into his arms, snuggling up against him. Oh wow. Something hard is poking my hip. He grunts and shifts my hips forward a little. “Do what you want,” I announce. “I’m sure I’ll like it too.”
His words run hot over my ear. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”
“Yes. Just by myself.”
“We’ll start there.”
I’m about to say, “Great start, and then we’ll keep going,” but his big hands slide up my inner thighs, and I can’t find my voice. He spreads my legs wide, lifting them to rest over his.
His voice rumbles by my ear. “Just relax against me. You’ll like it more if you let go. Look down and watch my fingers work their magic.”
I glance down at myself, exposed. The lights are on. I stare straight ahead. “Are you watching?”
“Absolutely.”
I glance down. Oh God. One long finger gives me an electric stroke, and I jolt.
“Shh, relax.” He pulls my head back against his chest. “Do you know what I mean about letting go?” His hands slide up to caress my breasts, rolling and tugging on my nipples, a direct throbbing line to my sex. My back arches. His fingers clamp hard on my nipples, shocking me with the sharp pleasure. He releases his hold, his hand cupping me between the legs, pressing against me. I want to rock against his hand, but I can’t move.
“Pol,” he prompts.
He seems to need an answer, so I manage, “Letting go means I climax.”
“No. It means you give me control. Just completely relax in my arms. You surrender your body to me.”
“And you’ll take good care of it?”
He chuckles and then bites my earlobe, giving it a tug. “Yes. I promise to take good care of you.”
