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“Farm boy, move faster.”
“Mexican girl, I’ll move as fast as I want.”
“Prince Charming, time is of the essence. According to you, we have places to go.”
“Little nightmare, if you don’t shut your trap, I’m going to dump you into the pool.”
“You’d like that too much.”
“I said you’d be going in the pool, not me.”
She blinked thick, gorgeous lashes at me, wiggling her sexy body against mine, reminding me just how much I would like that. “What if I can’t swim? You’d need to jump in and save poor, old, helpless me,” she leaned in, brushing her nose against mine, softly flicking her tongue across my skin that sent a bolt of sensation straight to my dick, “then I might find a way to subjugate you into giving me what I want.”
“You wish,” I grunted, my voice thick, “there’s no way you could overpower me.”
Brushing her cheek across mine, she whispered in my ear. “There’s more than one way to subdue another person.”
Great. My dick was hard now. “I’ll be doing the dominating in this scenario.”
“You wish,” she said, grinning. Soft lips came down on the lobe of my ear, her teeth playfully nicking it. I didn’t respond.
I hated this.
The way that I was falling for her.
How when I was watching her through the video feed, I didn't think about Lily or Rose or any other woman.
How my mind drifted to her when I should be busy working.
Instead, I found myself wondering what crazy thing she was up to.
She thought I'd forgotten about the lighter.
It was impossible, since every time I entered my room, it smelled of cigarettes.
As far as I could tell, she didn't smoke them, only lit them for a few minutes, then snuffed it out, filling the air in the room with its smell and nothing more. And yet, every time I was near her, just like now, there was an undertone of my body wash radiating from her skin, and I liked that.
Liked that she smelled like me.
She'd been the only woman to make that claim alone.
She hadn't been tainted by Bourbon's touch, and the primal urge to protect that rose in me.
We made it to the garden but I didn't let her down, only stared into her eyes, my hands clenching her tight. Her fingers snaked upwards into the back of my hair, a small smile curling the edges of her lips upward. She scrunched her nose, then bopped mine with it.
I felt the sudden urge to take away the sweet, innocent look she was giving me.
To mark her with my darkness.
To show her what it was like to be claimed by a Prince.
Not a King, but a King’s son, one who could protect her for the rest of her life.
I’d meant to grant her her freedom as soon as possible, but it was becoming harder and harder every day to detach myself from her.
She studied my face, her eyes lowering to my lips and she leaned in, just slightly.
Once again, an invitation.
