Page 43 of The Prince's Game
His chuckle was hot against my throat. “Only kissing for the camera. Isn’t that what you told me?”
He wasn’t playing fair. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Likewise, sweetheart.” His hardness brushed my sensitive center. “I’ve resisted you for over two weeks, Sarah. And it’s killed a part of me to do it. Seeing you in this flimsy excuse of a swimsuit isn’t helping.”
I clawed his shoulders. “You chose the beach.”
“The show did, but I regret nothing.” He reclaimed my mouth in a kiss that devoured my soul. “Do you think Paul still wants us to romp around on the lounge chair?”
“Probably?”
“That’s too bad. I prefer having you away from the cameras.” He nipped at my bottom lip. “But I imagine you’re getting hungry. Our breakfast on the jet wasn’t very filling.”
The tiny jet we took on the way here was packed with filming equipment and the crew. With the abundance of people walking around and the optional seating, it reminded me of a bus. “It was hard to eat with all the cameras in my face.”
“I think that’s the theme for today, but the food will be better. The hotel is giving us snacks for lunch, and then we have a big dinner planned at my favorite restaurant. I hope you like fresh seafood.”
I stifled a laugh. Of course he had a favorite restaurant in the Bahamas. Who didn’t? “I like seafood.”
“Good.” He gave me another soul-stealing kiss that I felt all the way down to my toes. My thighs tightened around his waist as my arousal thickened. I was hungry, but not for food. I wanted dessert in the form of a tall, dark-haired male with wicked brown eyes.Yum.
He smiled against my lips. “Sarah?”
“Yes.” My voice was husky.
“Remember what I said about keeping my hands to myself off camera?”
I clung to his shoulders and nodded. “I do.”
He pressed his mouth to my ear. “Let me know when you’re ready to renegotiate that clause, because I’m done holding back, sweetheart.”
22
Chocolate Foreplay
“When I asked you about living in Chicago, you mentioned missing seeing the stars at night. So I thought you might like an evening under them,” Evan said as we walked barefoot along the beach after dinner.
“I can’t believe you remember that.” I mentioned it during the group date we went on last week. The moment was spoiled by Amber interrupting us and stealing Evan away for some alone time.
“I remember everything you say to me.” He kissed my cheek. We were both in our evening attire, him in black slacks and a button-down, me in a blue cocktail dress. Our shoes were near the beach entrance. “What do you think?” He gestured to a blanket sprawled out over the sand. A fruit plate and wine were sitting on a tray off to the side.
“It’s beautiful.” I couldn’t see the stars well, thanks to the blinding camera lights around us, but the evening air and roll of the ocean were calming. And from what I could make out above, the sky was gorgeous and clear.
I sat next to Evan on the blanket and picked up a strawberry. He caught my wrist and led my fingers to his mouth. The berry disappeared between his lips, making me lick mine.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured. I wasn’t sure if he was referring to the fruit or my mouth. He picked a strawberry from the tray and held it up for me to taste. I nipped his finger, making him chuckle, and then enjoyed the succulent sweet. I approved. We fed each other another berry in companionable silence. So many unspoken words passed between us. Promises, desires, emotions.You’re falling for him, my subconscious whispered.
I broke the intimacy by falling backward onto the blanket. He set the tray aside and joined me. The cameras flicked to night mode, allowing us a better view of the sky, but the audience ruined the romantic atmosphere.
“Tell me more about where you’re from, Sarah.”
“In Indiana?” I glanced sideways. “It’s not very exciting. Just a little town outside of Indianapolis with a population of fifteen thousand. Very flat. Some windmills. That about sums it up.”
“Your mom still lives there?”
“Yep, and so does Abby when she’s not traveling aimlessly.” I watched a wave roll up onto the shore. “They hate that I live in Chicago, but I love the city life. I can walk everywhere, so I don’t need a car, and there’s always something to do.”
“Would you ever consider New Orleans?”
