Page 44 of How to Resist Prince Charming

They held each other until the rippling currents subsided. And even then, he refused to leave her. But by the way she wrapped her legs around him, he had a feeling she wouldn’t let him leave anyway.

He loved that.

Coming down off the biggest high of his life, Braxton’s thighs trembled. Lenna let out a breath and leaned forward to rest her face on his shoulder. He kissed her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, and slid his hand over her bare shoulder.

Feeling exposed and inexperienced with the sensation, he stood there, still rooted deep but connected by more than just their bodies. He tried to figure out what was going on. For some reason, he thought half of his soul had just been sliced out of him. And he had this sneaking suspicion that if he lifted his head and looked into Lenna’s sea green eyes, he’d find the missing portion.

CHAPTER 10

Lenna woke first the next morning. She came to with a dreamy, goofy smile on her face. Next to her, her lover lay sprawled lifelessly, flat on his back with his arms flopped limply at his sides.

She’d completely exhausted him.

Grinning, she tucked her hand under her cheek and studied the peaceful expression on his face. She filled a full minute just watching the way his eyelashes rested against his cheekbones. Then her gaze moved on to other features.

His mouth was slightly open, parted enough to get a sense of just how full and lush his lips were. She’d never thought pretty lips were attractive on a man before. But these lips looked good on this man. She caught a glimpse of his top teeth as he breathed. They looked white and perfect, especially with that small chip in the one.

Wanting to be closer to him, Lenna eased herself across the mattress. It didn’t rouse him. Playful, she stretched out her foot and nudged his leg. Nothing.

He was completely unconscious. Seeing how she could take advantage of the situation, Lenna wiggled herself closer until she’d pressed herself fully against his side. She rested her chin on his shoulder and watched his face as she rubbed her calf slowly over his.

Finally beginning to stir, Braxton mumbled something unintelligible. Other than that, he didn’t budge. Since teasing had become their thing, Lenna dragged her fingernails down his chest even as her leg continued to caress.

He made another rumble but had yet to move. Her toes journeyed up the top of his foot and over his ankle. Then she went back down, tracing the underside of his heel with her toenails.

Without warning, he snapped his foot away.

Caught off guard, Lenna’s gaze flashed to his face.

He opened his eyes to scowl at her. “That tickled.”

A devilish smile lit her lips. “Oh, did it?”

His frown turned warning. “Lenna.”

But she ignored the threat and taunted, “Just how ticklish are you?” Giving him no time to retreat, she attacked and went straight for his stomach, squirreling her fingers over his belly.

Braxton shouted out his sensitivity and tried to twist out of reach. “This means war, woman.”

He caught her around the waist only to howl when she tickled the back of his right knee.

“But I’m not ticklish,” she goaded, laughing as he desperately wriggled his fingers across her body. Then, just to amuse herself, she pinched the inside of his thigh.

He hollered a curse and jerked out of her reach. Dear Lord, he was ticklish everywhere.

Eyeing her warily from the other side of the mattress, he scowled. “This is so not fair. You’ve got to be ticklish somewhere?”

Lenna laughed in answer. “Want to bet?”

Face filling with challenge, Braxton lunged at her. She screamed with delight, making a weak attempt to escape. He caught her wrists and bundled them together, holding her with one hand as he searched her body with his other.

She grinned and hummed as he continued to hunt. When his hands moved over the inside of her thigh, she sucked in a breath and jumped. He lifted his eyes to hers, grinning in victory. But his smile fell when he saw the unfocused, impassioned glaze in her expression.

“That felt good,” she cooed and arched her back, wanting more.

His playful demeanor fled Braxton’s face as he arched an eyebrow. “Did it?” Then he stroked her thigh again, making her purr. “God, you are so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her collarbone as he cupped the back of her leg and slid his thumb over the expanse of soft skin.

“Every time I’m with you, I only want you more.” He moved his kisses toward the middle of her chest until he got to the notch where her breastbone connected. He dipped his tongue into the hollow.

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