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“We shouldn’t—” She gasped and arched her back, her eyes drifting shut before popping back open with alarm. He ran his finger over her before thrusting two fingers inside her warm, wet heat. “Oh my God, yes.”
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her soft, floral scent and memorizing the way she felt, pressed up against him, straining against his fingers. And his memory chose that awful moment to come crashing back into him. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this, damn it. But at the same time, he couldn’t leave her wanting and hungry and frustrated. So he’d make her come…
And then he’d stop.
Gritting his teeth, he quickened his strokes. “You have no idea how hard it is not to take you right here, right now. But it wouldn’t be playing fair, and I refuse to play dirty with you ever again.”
She arched her back and let out a small moan, clearly past the point of caring, but he kept talking anyway because it was the only way he would remember why he couldn’t take her like he wanted to. A small gasp escaped her when he rolled his thumb over her wet, swollen flesh. He ached to close his mouth over her, to bring her to pleasure with his tongue, but he couldn’t do that here and now.
It would have to wait.
But she wouldn’t.
She screamed and lifted her hips, struggling to get closer to him than she already was, her body shaking and straining for release. “Yes.”
As he slid two fingers into her again, he buried his other hand in her hair and tilted her face up to his, and kissed her again, his teeth digging into her bottom lip. As he fucked her with his hand, bringing her higher, he drank of her sweetness, knowing he’d never get enough of touching her, kissing her, having her. There was no such thing. She was an addiction he couldn’t kick.
Her skates slid on the floor, poking his thigh and ripping through the thin fabric. “I—I—” She broke off when he thrust into her hard, crooking his fingers just right. She arched her neck back, closed her eyes, and screamed, “Leo.”
Just like he asked her to.
He groaned and dropped his forehead onto the floor next to hers. His whole body ached with the desire, the need, to bury his cock inside her wet, pulsating heat. His fingers were still inside of her, and she rocked her hips against him, riding that last wave of the orgasm he’d just sent her on, and fuck, he wanted to hop on that wave, too.
Lifting up on his elbow, he wiggled his fingers to send another pulse of pleasure racing through her, and kissed her one more time before pulling back and saying, “It’s taking all my control not to rip your pants off, flip you over, and slam into you. Just so you know.”
“What’s stopping you?” She licked her lips, but didn’t open her eyes, almost as if she didn’t want him to see her yet. “Why don’t you want to?”
“Oh, I want to.” He smoothed her hair back, and she slowly lifted her lashes and stared up at him. The hesitance, the fear, he saw in those bright blue eyes of hers took his breath away, but he forced a smile for her anyway. “But you don’t trust me. Once I change that, and once you know I’m not the type of guy to leave you standing there alone in an airport, then you’re all fucking mine. And I’m not losing you this time.”
Cheeks flushin
g, she opened her mouth. “I’m not…this was just a moment of weakness, a rekindled attraction. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Bullshit. She was just pushing him away again, because it was what she did. She held him off any time he made progress toward not being a monster in her mind anymore. He’d be damned if he let her do it this time, though.
“Now who’s the liar,” he said softly.
She tensed beneath him.
At some point, she had to see what was right in front of her eyes—this incredible connection they had to one another was something they had to explore. He started to speak, but before he could get a word out, the door behind them opened.
He stiffened, knowing they’d been caught red-handed…
By his royal guard.
He froze, not moving except to shield her from their view as best as he could with his hand still down her pants. “I believe I ordered you not to disturb us,” he said through gritted teeth. “Leave us. Now.”
“My prince,” Commander Jonathon said, bowing low. “I’m sorry, but I received word from the castle. It’s your father. He…he… I’m sorry, Your Highness.”
No. No, no, no, no. Everything around him fell silent, and he was in his worst nightmare, one that he’d been avoiding ever since his father’s first heart attack. But this wasn’t happening, not when he was in an ice-skating rink, surrounded by men, with his fingers still buried inside Alicia’s body. “No.”
“We must go,” Commander Jonathon said. “Quickly.”
“Is he dead?” Leo asked flatly, knowing if he were, a part of him would be, too. “Do we know?”
“I’m uncertain. He came home, claimed he was tired and wanted to rest, and then collapsed. He’s being brought on the private helicopter to Holy Mother’s Hospital.” He bowed again, grasping the door, being careful to keep his eyes off of Alicia. “We’ll wait out here for you to…get dressed, Your Highness.”
With that, the door shut behind him, and they were alone again. He tried to think of something, anything, to say, but all he could think was he might be losing his father.
