Page 31 of The Prince's Game
“You would be.”
“Can I admit that I hate the idea of Will seeing you like this? That I want you to only look this way for me?”
My heart skipped a beat. “You can admit to anything you want.” It came out thick as I fought to swallow my emotions.They’re just words, Sarah. Don’t think too much into them.
He tugged my other foot free and repeated the motions. I moaned as he found a pressure point. Being in various stilettos all week for filming was hell on my feet.
“Mmm, I love that sound.”
“And I love what you’re doing.” I relaxed into the pillowy heaven, closing my eyes in delight. The pads of his fingers worked their way to my ankle, massaging up to my calf as Evan moved up the bed. When he hit my thigh, I peeked at him. Those black pupils were dilated with an intent I knew all too well. He straddled my leg, settling one muscular thigh between mine and placed his hands on either side of my head.
“Still love what I’m doing?”
“I do.” I tugged at the hem of his shirt. “But I’d like this to come off tonight.”
“Yeah? Are we renegotiating terms?”
“No, you still owe me several bottles of wine.” He brought me the phone charger, but never the wine. “I’ll take the shirt instead.”
“Not getting enough wine at the pool?”
“I need my inhibitions down there.” I limited myself to three glasses each night. Just enough to take the edge off without feeling comfortable enough to speak my mind. A happy medium. “Shirt.”
He brushed a lingering kiss over my mouth. “If I start removing clothes, it won’t stop there.”
“Who says it has to?”
“So we are renegotiating.” He went to his elbows on either side of my head and settled himself on top of me. “Okay. I’ll start by saying, I didn’t bring a condom.”
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A New Level of Negotiations
“We’re getting right to it, then.” I liked that. “I’m on birth control, and I was checked out by my doctor after my last relationship ended six months ago. I’m clean, but I still prefer safety over stupidity.”
“Why did your last relationship end?”
Not that it was relevant to our conversation, but . . .“He wanted me to give up my job and move to Seattle. I said no, and he had an issue with that.”
“So you haven’t had sex in six months?”
When put like that, it did sound like a long time. But I didn’t do one-night stands. I liked to know what I was getting into before taking a man to bed. “Roughly, yes. Your turn.”
He smiled with his eyes. “It’s only been a month for me, but I’m clean, too. I ended my last relationship because of the show.”
“How did she take the news about you leaving her for a dating show?”
“I think she felt worse for me than she did for herself. We were never serious, just friends with certain benefits. Also, I always use a condom. So no sex tonight.”
“I’m sure we can get creative.” I wasn’t ready for the final level, but I was ready for him to remove his shirt. It was only fair considering how acquainted he was with my breasts. I trailed my hand down his back and tugged at the hem of his shirt again. “Off.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He went to his knees and grabbed the shirt at the back of his neck to pull it over his head. The gorgeous wall of muscle he revealed was a masterpiece of smooth lines and tan skin. Whatever he was doing at the gym was working.
I ran a finger along the happy trail of fine, dark hairs to his belt buckle. “I can work with this.”
He slid my tank top up to my breasts and rose an eyebrow. I sat up and lifted my arms over my head in invitation. He tossed the fabric onto the floor beside his shirt and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck to stop me from lying back down. His lips met mine in a demanding kiss filled with pent-up lust that I returned full throttle. We were both panting when he moved his mouth to my neck and lower to my breasts.
“A man could fall in love with these curves, Sarah.” He pushed me back onto the pillows before sucking a nipple deep into his mouth. I tangled the fingers of one of my hands in his hair while my opposite hand went to his shoulders.
