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In other words, do something useful instead of lying here and imagining making love to her.
Dec began to ease away, but Annie gave a little hum of protest and flung her arm over his chest.
He held still. Seconds went by.
He tried again.
Another murmur of protest—and this time, she tossed her leg over his.
Oh, man.
Dec gritted his teeth.
Her leg was high over his. High enough so she was open against his thigh. He could feel her heat, her dampness on his skin.
His dick shot to immediate attention.
He shut his eyes. Silently began counting. One. Two. Three…
“Good morning.”
Her voice was soft and sexy. And her hand… Ah, dear God. Her hand was snaking down his chest, down his belly…
“You’re asking for trouble, Princess,” he growled.
She laughed. It was a deep, dirty, wonderful laugh. “I certainly hope so, Lieutenant.”
“Anoushka.” Her hand closed around him. Sweat beaded his forehead. “Honey. You must be sore.”
She was. Riding behind him on the horse had put a strain on her thighs. And they’d made love so many, many times.
Still, there was no way she could get enough of him. Her Declan. Her lover. A little soreness was a small price to pay for the joy of having him inside her.
She told him that, not with words, with her body. She moved over him, kissed him, and he groaned, clasped her hips and brought her down on his erect penis.
She moaned. Her head fell back. She raised herself and slowly came down on him again.
“Is that good?” she whispered.
Dec gave a tortured laugh. “It’s perfect.”
He put his hand between them, found her clit, caressed it while she slid up and down his hard length.
He was never going to get enough of this. Of her. He would never lose her again. Never. So what if he was a soldier? So what if she was a princess? So what if their two nations were enemies…
“Declan,” Annie whispered.
There were tears in her eyes. His heart clenched.
“Sweetheart. Am I hurting you?”
“No. Oh no, Declan. I just—I love you. I love you. I love—”
“Anoushka,” he said, and he stopped thinking, tumbled her beneath him and swept reality away.
* * *
They found coffee, sugar, even a small can of condensed milk plus a box of something Dec swore looked like small brown floor tiles, and a jar of something that turned out to be jam.
