Page 38 of Royal Cocktail

“Do you mind?” She could barely force the words out past her gasps and the wild jolts of electricity that were firing through her body.

“Terribly,” he said, as his hands slid to her hips and he lowered himself to his knees as he kissed his way down her belly. The tip of his tongue teased her clit, and her knees turned to rubber. She would have fallen except that he was holding her up, his entire mouth on her now, sucking and licking, and it felt so beyond incredible that it was a wonder she didn’t pass out.

She twined her fingers in his hair and bucked against him, her body desperate for release even while her mind wanted this wild and delicious sensation to never, ever end.

“Please,” she murmured, her mind so lost in a sensual haze that she wasn’t even sure what she was asking for. He rose, and she whimpered, then melted again when he silenced her with a kiss.

“With me,” he murmured, then led her out of the shower, through the steamy bathroom, and to the pristinely made bed.

“We’re soaking … wet.”

“I don’t care,” he said, then pulled him down with her. He straddled her, his body so warm it was like he burned from within, erasing any fears that she’d be cold. On the contrary, she felt on fire, every cell in her body like a small generator, making her burn for him.

“Please,” she begged. “Please, Leo, I don’t want to wait.”

He fumbled beside the bed, then pulled out a condom.

“I thought you said you … didn’t.” She meant it to be a tease, but maybe she was a tiny bit hurt that he’d told her he wasn’t sleeping around, and yet he kept condoms in his drawer.

“I haven’t,” he said. He pushed himself up, then gently brushed her hair from her eyes. “But when I saw you again—I knew we shouldn’t. I thought you wouldn’t want me, anyway. And yet, I hoped.”

She felt the tears prick her eyes. “Yes,” she said. “I …hoped, too.”

“Skye.”

That was all he said, and their eyes locked and held. “Leo.” His name was a whisper, but it held so much meaning. And so much hope.

His mouth closed over hers again, and she arched back as he claimed her with his kisses, his hand stroking her body, readying her until she was begging him, whimpering for him to please, please take her right then.

“As you wish,” he whispered, then sank deep inside her as she arched up, meeting him thrust for thrust until they both exploded in a sizzle of stars and lightning and atoms and ecstasy. Until the world fell away, and it was just the two of them left, alone in each other’s arms.

She clung to him, breathing hard and never wanting to let go.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” she said. “That, and that you’ll probably have to call the front desk for a new duvet. This one got soaked.”

He laughed, pulling her over until she was straddling him. “I’m sure they’ll accommodate. I’m a prince, after all. Or hadn’t you heard?”

“I think you mentioned something along those lines. And, Your Highness, I have to say that was incredible.”

He brushed his fingertip over her lips. “Thank you,” he said, the teasing gone from his voice. “For not listening to me. And for doing whatever you did that convinced Jürgen to let you in.”

“Ah, yeah. Well, I … had to kill him. Sorry about that.”

He stifled a laugh. “Well worth the sacrifice.”

“Actually, I … owe him.”

“We both do.” He moved closer and kissed her again, and she never wanted the moment to end.

“It might get bad,” he said, shattering the illusion.

“Or… it might not.”

But, of course, it did.

Chapter Eighteen