Page 35 of The Prince's Game
He winked at me. “Maybe a little.”
“Well, I approve, Mister Mershano.”
“I thought you might.” He tugged me to him midstep and placed a hard kiss on my mouth. The move was unexpected and suave, leaving my breasts heaving against his chest and his arm wrapped firmly around my waist. “Mmm, I’m getting distracted.”
“It’s a good distraction.”
“It’s agreatdistraction, but the graveyard awaits.” He started forward again, pulling me along beside him with his hand wrapped around mine.
“I better see some ghosts on this tour.” Not that I believed they existed, but it was fun to tease.
Amusement danced through his gaze and teased the edges of his full mouth. I liked that look. “Halloween must be your favorite holiday.”
“Yep. I’m a fan of anything creepy, including scary movies.”
“Yeah? Do you have a favorite?”
I named a few movies that were older than our grandparents, making him laugh. “What? Those are theclassics. All the crap these days are either fake or made for gore. Yuck on both occasions.”
“Fair enough.” He stopped at a large iron gate between two solid concrete walls. Beyond it was darkness littered with aboveground grave sites. The sinister sensations crept over my skin, making me shiver.Excellent. This scene did not disappoint.
Pulling a key from his pocket, he unlocked the entrance and handed me a flashlight. “Ready?”
“Definitely.” I entered first and peered into the darkness. The solid stone walls kept out the city’s sounds, giving the eerie graveyard an otherworldly feel that scattered goosebumps down my exposed arms. I absently rubbed at them as I walked, my stiletto heels clicking against the cement walkway. Evan came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
His lips trailed a line up to my ear. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He kissed my temple and dropped his hands to my hips. “Lead the way, Miss Summers.”
I did as he asked and explored the graveyard with him at my side. With the trailing cameras, I didn’t need to use my flashlight, but I did at some points to peek into dark corners and read some of the decrepit stones. It was amazing. “The history here—I could spend hours absorbing it.” I glanced sideways at him as we started toward the exit. “I’m sorry. This must seem like the strangest date in the world to you.”
“Mmm, no, not really. There’s a certain romance to walking hand in hand through a closed, dark, eerie locale. I imagine it’s similar to visiting a haunted house, but more intimate. We’re very alone here, and it’s quiet.” He squeezed my hand. “I also like seeing that look of wonder in your eyes.”
Heat climbed up my neck.Is he being real, or saying what the producers want to hear? It was hard to tell. He chose this activity for me. A graveyard tour didn’t suit Paul’s filming style. Evan pulled strings to make this happen. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He relocked the gates and pocketed the key. “You know, I’ve never seenNosferatu,” he admitted as we headed toward the waiting limo. It was parked at the curb, saving us the walk back to the restaurant.
I stopped moving. “What? I don’t think we can be friends anymore, Evan.Nosferatuis one of the greatest silent horror films of all time and quite possibly one of the best horror films in the history of horror films.”
“Duly noted.” His dimples made my belly flip. “We’ll make a date of it.”
“I’m holding you to that, Mister Mershano.”
“You have my word, Miss Summers.”
“Good.”
He opened the door to the limo, allowing me to enter first, and then he climbed in and settled beside me. The camera across from us was hard to ignore, but Evan seemed unbothered as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. He used his other hand to tilt my chin toward him and capture my mouth in a passionate kiss. “Ignore them,” he whispered before sliding his tongue between my lips. I accepted the distraction and let him pull me into his lap and deepen the kiss. It was hot, demanding, and went straight to the sweet spot between my thighs.Screw the show and its voyeuristic minions.
I clung to his shoulders and followed his lead. One hand slipped to the back of my neck to angle my mouth the way he wanted it while the other strayed to my hip. It burned through the fabric of my dress. His fingers curled into the black material, telling me he was fighting for control. The dress was cocktail length, but the move into his lap pulled it up to midthigh. His hardening arousal told me he was more than aware of the precarious position.
The temptation to straddle him grew with every stroke of his tongue against mine, but logic kept me grounded. When the limo pulled up outside the hotel, I was relieved. We would be alone soon.
I winced at the look on the cameraman’s face as I stepped out of the limo. The poor guy thought he was about to film an adult movie. I fixed my dress and waited for Evan. He adjusted himself before meeting me on the sidewalk with the hoard of cameras. Paul was nowhere to be seen. That meant we could say a quick good-bye and meet upstairs.
He ran a finger down my arm to my wrist and slipped his hand into mine. “Want to take a walk?”
