Page 62 of The Prince Who Loved Me

“I’ll help.” Sebastien’s accent came out loud and clear, his voice on the verge of ragged. He nudged her backward so her butt landed on the bed, then knelt between her knees. His warm breath tickled her leg as he removed one shoe, then the other, then slid off her jumpsuit until it pooled on the floor.

He didn’t stand up.

He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, sending ahard jolt of lust through her. Upward he moved, alternating kissing and licking and nipping the sensitive skin until he reached the apex of her legs. His hands slid up her thighs, parting them and giving him easy access.

“Sebastien…” she moaned.

“Shhhhhh.” The vibrations against her most sensitive spot made her squirm and she ached for his touch. A finger slid under the elastic of her panties and he groaned. A second finger joined the first, and together they explored her folds and valleys.

Her body acted out of instinct, raising her hips as his fingers thrust inside her, all while he continued kissing her thighs, her belly. When he kissed her through the wet lace of her panties, it sent her careening over the edge of passion, shuddering against the continued movement of his hand.

She tried to muffle her cries and Sebastien chuckled, adding to the vibrations already coursing over her body. “Let me hear you scream,mon ange. Everyone is in the cockpit. There’s no one to hear you. Except me, and I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

She let out a half-groan, half laugh as her muscles relaxed. “Now I know,” she said.

Still on his knees, he hooked his thumbs over the sides of her underwear. She lifted her lips to help him remove them, expecting him to crawl into bed and make love with her.

He didn’t. He covered her mons with his warm hand, his thumb dangerously close to setting off another orgasm.

She lifted herself onto her elbows to find him staring at her center as if she were a juicy peach ready for plucking. “Sebastien?”

He raised his head, and their eyes met with a zing between them that left her trembling. How had she never noticed all the passion and desire he held inside him?

He said nothing, only refocused on her core.

Her hips moved on their own, lifting her toward his waiting, eager mouth. He slid his arms under her ass and over her belly, keeping her firmly in place, her legs dangling over his shoulders. “Did you think,” he panted, “that I’d be done with you so soon?”

Her body throbbed with each word, each hint of his breath on her thighs. How could she want him so badly so soon? One brush of his tongue left her powerless and her head fell back on the bed. He licked and sucked and nibbled, sending her awash with sensations she had never experienced while she bucked under his mouth, trying to find purchase and enjoying the feeling of his strong arms preventing more movement. He consumed her, his tongue extending and retreating, extending and retreating, his teeth nipping her while he drew her into his mouth and sucked hard.

“I’m…” she panted. “You’re…”

“Mmmmhmmmm,” he hummed against her.

Oh, God. His thumbs joined his mouth, sending her pleasure spiking. She convulsed but he didn’t stop until she obeyed his command and screamed his name. And screamed it again.

He dropped a soft kiss on her belly button before scooting up the bed and taking her in his arms. He wrestled with the covers and draped a sheet over them both. Brandi let it happen, unable to muster the energy to do anything by lay across his chest.

This is what passion did. Left her limp and boneless, barely able to keep her eyes open, surrounded by Sebastien’s warm scent. Left her with no thoughts on how she looked. Left her unable to tend him like the Old Brandi would have done.

He shifted again, and her hand brushed his jeans, fully buttoned. She forced her head up, blinking at him. “You’re dressed.”

“Yes.” He tucked her head back down again and brushed her hair in long, slow strokes.

“I’m not dressed.” The rhythmic movement seemed to give her permission to sleep.

“No.”

“Why are you?” She nestled closer to him, her fingertips resting on the dark red trail of hair that disappeared under his jeans.

“It can be my turn next time.” A low laugh thrummed in his chest.

Next time. That sounded nice. It was her last coherent thought before she fell asleep.

Chapter 15

The limo rolled into Belle’s parking lot at nearly three in the morning. Sebastien was loathe to move. Brandi slept with her head resting on his shoulder, her hand entwined with his. He’d be quite happy to sit there in the back of the limo until the end of time. It was perfection.

She stirred, her hair brushing against his cheek. He closed his eyes and inhaled the lavender scent of her shampoo. Without saying anything, she slid up to his mouth, her sleepy kisses making his groin ache and fueling his imagination of waking up next to her every day for the rest of his life.