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I toss my gum into the trashcan, apply toothpaste to my brush, and scrub my teeth quickly but thoroughly as I imagine Torin and me in that tub.
Then I glance out at the bed. The huge, king-sized bed with the thick white duvet.
Then I think about the sofa out in the living room area. And the desk. And the dining table.
There are lots of places that I’d be willing to try out with Torin.
I rinse my mouth and my brush, then set my brush next to the blue one that is clearly Torin’s. Huh. Our toothbrushes are already next to each other.
I like that. A lot.
“Okay, how are you going to make me want to stay here?” I ask as I step down into the living room. I have some ideas about how I hope he does it, but I’d really like to see what he’s got in mind.
His smile grows as he approaches. He stops when he’s nearly standing on the toes of my boots. He reaches up, grips my ponytail in his hand, and tips my head back. “I’m so glad you asked that.” Then he kisses me.
Finally.
His lips touch mine softly. Just for a second. Like he’s giving me a chance to adjust. Not pull back, not say stop, not run. Just adjust. Prepare.
And then he kisses me.
His hand tightens around my ponytail. His other drops to my hip, his fingers curling into the side of my ass.
I grip his shirt on both sides, going on tiptoe to get closer, reveling in the heat that courses through me.
I do the opposite of what I usually do with intense emotions. Instead of pulling back and balling up inside of myself, I feel like I’m opening up, expanding, and wallowing. I want more of this. I want to draw him closer. I want to give him more area to touch and be against.
He’s still a prince. He’ll be a king someday. I’ve only got him for a year.
But right now, right here, in this moment, he’s just Torin. Just the guy I have a huge crush on. The guy I’ve been flirting with via text. The guy who can heat me up with just a few words.
I want as much of him as I can have for as long as I have him.
He drags his mouth over my jaw and tips my head back so he can kiss down my neck and to the front of my throat. His beard rubs over my skin and I feel the friction between my legs. He sucks softly at the base of my throat, then pulls in a deep breath. “Your scent is imprinted in my brain. Anything lavender makes me hard. But I still seek it out.”
I suck in a quick breath.
He lifts his head. His eyes are dark. “I’ve needed to taste you for two years, Abigail.”
The roughness and need in his voice make my pussy clench.
“Yes,” I say quietly. “Please.”
He growls softly as he takes my mouth again. As he kisses me, he turns me and walks me back, until my butt hits the desk. His hands go to my waist, and he lifts me up, setting me on top.
I pull back, breathing hard. “Will this hold me?”
He leans in, his lips brushing mine. “If it doesn’t, I’ll buy them a new one.” He kisses me deeply, then says, “But I want to make you come all over these plans and sketches for that farm right here in the spot where I’ve been sitting for two weeks, thinking and dreaming about you.”
I actually wiggle as desire hits me. Why is that so dirty and delicious? That farm is good and noble, but I want this man to do wicked things to me on top of the plans? But looking up into his heated stare, looking at the mouth that has already made me needy and wet, and thinking about the things he’s already made me feel…yes, I do want that. It’s all already melded together in one I-can’t-believe-this-is-real fantasy come true. Why not add some filthy sex with the only man who has ever made me actually understand lust?
I moan, and I kiss him this time, his face in my hands. My tongue strokes over his lips, and his hand goes to my hip and squeezes as he groans, opening for me.
When he lifts his head, he stares down at me. “I can’t believe I’ve only ever kissed you once before. This feels like…”
I frown. “Like what?”
He shakes his head as if he can’t believe what he’s about to say. “It feels like I’ve only ever kissed you. I don’t remember kissing anyone else ever.”
