Page 65 of Fit for a King

It was so much, and we were both feeling it—all the lead-up to this moment, all the emotion swirling in the air, the way our bodies connected like we’d been made for each other. It was another second before Noah began to move again, but the urgency was still there between us, the need to come even stronger than before.

His hips began to jerk fervently, and I tightened my legs around him.

“Come inside me, Noah. Make me yours.”

A moan rumbled up from his throat as he drove deep inside, then angled in just the right spot. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“Right…there,” I managed as he lowered himself back on top of me, our bare chests pressed up against each other, my cock trapped between us. With every slide, my release got closer, and it seemed Noah wasn’t far behind.

Then he leaned down and nipped my lower lip and I was there.

My body tensed, my legs tightening around him and holding him deep, as Noah began to tremble. Then I felt the hot rush of his arousal flood me, and I came right along with him, our mutual desire reaching its pinnacle at the same time, all of our lingering looks, touches, and stolen moments coming to an explosive conclusion.

I’d never felt more connected to another person in all my life. Not only because he surrounded every inch of me in that moment, but because I could feel the way his heart beat in time with mine. The way his breathing matched the rhythm of my own. The way the hair on his legs brushed up against the hair on mine—we were one.

And when he lowered his forehead to mine and whispered my name, I felt it in my soul. The way I was falling for him.

The thought should’ve been alarming, sent me into an absolute state of panic. But instead all I felt was calm. My entire life from birth to death had been planned out down to where I would be buried—right beside my parents. But Noah was an unexpected gift. One I didn’t plan to squander.

“Beautiful,” I whispered, ghosting my lips over his. “You are absolutely beautiful, Noah Bennett. And so was this.”

He smiled against my mouth as he pulled out, and I felt the loss of him instantly. “It’s not fair to always say the right things first.”

“Is that what I do?”

Noah’s eyes softened as he moved to sit up on the side of the bed. “You do. But I’m not done with you just yet.”

“Oh?” I was intrigued, but absolutely useless right now. “Well, you might need to give me a couple of minutes. I’m not as young as you are.”

Noah chuckled and glanced over his shoulder at where I lay, my body completely wrecked. “You’re not that much older. But I was thinking more of drawing you a bath.”

Now that was an idea I could get behind. “You don’t need to prepare it. I can⁠—”

Noah raised his brows. “Call Baxter?”

He got to his feet, that magnificent body now on full display for my hungry eyes, and my cock twitched. Maybe my body was up for another round.

“I know I don’t have to do it,” he finally said and leaned across the bed to kiss my cheek. “I want to do it…as Noah.”

I watched him with languid eyes as he moved away. Just before he disappeared into the en suite, he stopped and looked back at me.

“And I want you to join me as Nicholas.”

21

NOAH

IT WAS MUCH the same routine over the next week of the tour. During the day, Nicholas belonged to Valoria. He met with its citizens as we traveled across the country, shaking hands, talking at length with mayors, and giving speeches that encouraged pride in our country.

But late at night, when everyone had gone to sleep, it was me that got the king’s personal, private attention…in his bed.

Every time I slipped out of my room and into his, I felt the fear of our getting caught. Every time his eyes found mine across the crowd and lingered too long, I knew we were risking too much and it couldn’t possibly last.

But I couldn’t stop.

It was too easy to believe the version of us that existed behind locked doors was the real one. Where I wasn’t a footman and he wasn’t a king. Where we could call each other by our names and not the titles we were forced to use, where I could make him laugh even after a heavy day, and he would touch me in ways that made my body ache with need for him. We could be unguarded in that handful of hours, sleeping in each other’s arms until early morning came and I’d have to slip back to my room before everyone else woke up.

Then it was back to “Mr. Bennett” and “Your Majesty,” schedules, and being surrounded by a nonstop stream of people for the rest of the day.