Page 88 of Royal Desire

This is happening.

This is really happening.

I’ve dreamed of this in the recesses of my mind. Those dreams have only tormented me because I knew they would never become a reality.

I barely have memories without Payne in my life. He started out as a forced friend, turned into my real friend, became my best friend, and then my boyfriend.

Finally, he became my lover.

Payne had just turned twenty and I was nineteen when I left. It didn’t feel like we were kids then, but we were. We explored and experimented. Everything we knew, we learned together. And through every moment of it, Payne’s focus was solely on me.

He might be cocky and self-confident to a fault, but never when it was just us.

With me, he was selfless and attentive, and everything he did was to make me feel safe and happy and loved.

So when he said fuck it, I was initially stunned because no one says fuck it. Not when it comes to things like unprotected sex.

Yes, I was surprised ... and overjoyed. I thought about stripping bare for him and telling him to go for it.

I didn’t have to do that. As soon as I agreed, he took over.

My donated pieces of clothing hit the floor one by one. It’s faster since I didn’t bother with a bra today because every single one I own was lost in the fire. I’m standing in my panties. With every other piece of clothing stripped off, Payne walks me backward across the suite to his bed.

He looks down through a gaze that’s a mix of adoring and sultry. “The things I want to do to you, baby. There’s not enough time in the world.”

My head falls back when his lips hit my neck. His hand dips into the back of my panties where he palms one globe of my ass and squeezes. His other drifts north and cups my breast where he drags his thumb over my hardened nipple.

I moan. “I can’t wait for all those things.”

His lips form a smile on my skin. I fist his shirt as my body goes haywire. He gives my nipple a delicious pinch and a roll. The sensation shoots straight between my legs. Want and need course through my veins, only for him.

His lips work their way up my neck. He drags his tongue along my jaw until he gets to my mouth for a searing kiss, all while his fingers and hands work me into a sexual cluster so tight I’m afraid of what will happen when I fall off the ledge.

Our tongues reunite. And even though he’s kissed me since I’ve been back, this is different. This feels familiar and new all at the same time. There’s an underlying power he holds over me that makes my heart speed. It reminds me of when we were young, when we were new and fresh.

Born-again sex. Who knew that was a thing?

His hand on my ass works its way to my hip where he yanks at my panties. “I want these off. I want to see every inch of you, the way you are only for me.”

My body warms, and I’m sure my skin is flushed, but I don’t care.

When the panties land at my ankles, I kick them aside. The moment I do, Payne lets go of me and steps back.

I swallow over the boulder in my throat as I stand before him bare.

“Beautiful.” His eyes drag down every inch of my body. “Fucking perfect. More perfect than I remember.”

I reach out for him and pull him to me. “Payne.”

He takes my hand and threads our fingers, but he leaves the space between us and continues to take me in. “I mean it. I don’t know where to start.”

I want to beg him to pick a spot and get going. The longer I stand here, the more I want everything from him. I’m desperate for anything he’ll give me.

He takes our entwined fingers, raises his arm, and gives me a twirl. It feels like something from long ago when I forced him to do high school musicals with me, or when we were by ourselves like this, but not naked.

My back hits his chest, and he folds his arm across me. When I peek up, he’s staring down my body and the tips of his fingers inch their way between my breasts, down my abs, and go straight to my sex.

My head falls back to his chest when he circles my clit. I close my eyes and shift my legs apart for him.