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‘You shouldn’t argue with me.’ He tightened his grip on her wrists, settling more completely on her. ‘I am the King of this country.’
‘Of this country, yes, but I’m not from here, and you’re not my king.’
Her pulse at the base of her throat had quickened and her voice was husky and breathless. She was aroused, he could smell it, and her need sparked his own, along with a dark kind of thrill that wound around him and pulled tight.
He did not want to let her go. He wanted to keep her here, beneath him, the whole night. He wanted to explore this desire, indulge himself completely, and, after all, he’d already had her once. What difference would it make if he kept her?
He was tired of constantly having to hold himself back. Tired of constantly checking himself and making sure nothing he did would cause his past to rear its ugly head. He hadn’t had a woman in a year, and he missed it, and not just the sex but physical closeness too.
Surely, one night was allowed. No one would know. No one.
‘Do you like to fight, silver girl?’ he murmured, staring down into her dark eyes. ‘Is that what you want? To fight me? Prove yourself against me?’
Heat flared in her eyes. ‘You didn’t answer my question. Why should I answer yours?’
Galen was conscious of a building excitement, because that look told him all he needed to know, as had that sharp response. Yes, she liked to fight, and she certainly wanted to fight him.
‘Your question,’ he said slowly. ‘About what I want.’ He flexed his hips, pressing the growing hardness behind his zip against the slick softness between her thighs and she shuddered, giving a little gasp. ‘Kings are not allowed to have anything for themselves, it’s true. But a man can have whatever he wants.’
Her gaze had gone smoky, once more drifting to his mouth. ‘And what does this man want?’
‘You know the answer to that already.’ He shifted once more, making her gasp yet again. ‘But I only have a night to give you. There can be nothing more. And afterwards, there will be documents for you to sign. My privacy is very important, and I expect you to honour it.’
‘Yes.’ Her voice was thick. ‘Of course.’
He lowered his head, so he was inches away from her dark eyes, staring down into them, her luscious mouth almost but not quite touching his. ‘Are you sure you want this? Because if you have a night with me, it will beallnight. And we will not be sleeping. If you change your mind, do it now. I won’t give you another chance.’
She said nothing, only stared back at him, and strangely, even though he’d always been able to read people like an open book, he had no idea what she was thinking. Then her hips moved once more, making his breath catch. And she shook his hands away, slid her fingers into his hair and brought his mouth down on hers.
CHAPTER THREE
SOLACEWOKEWITHa start, unsure for a couple of moments of where she was.
She seemed to be lying in a massive and very comfortable bed, surrounded by pillows, in a big room with white walls, and large white curtains drawn over the windows. Clearly it was morning since there was a line of bright gold painted along the dark wooden floor from the sunlight shining through a crack in the curtains.
The room was sparsely furnished with an antique chest of drawers thrust up against a wall, a long, low couch sitting beneath the windows and a brightly patterned silk rug on the floor.
It was very muchnotthe cheap hostel she’d been staying in for the last couple of days.
Then she became aware of something else: not only was there was an arm circling her waist, a very muscular, heavy arm, but she was also naked.
She stared at the bright line of sunlight on the floor as memories began to filter through, of where she was and who she was with, and what had happened the night before.
The nightclub, the limo, deep blue eyes staring into hers. His hands gripping her, his body pinning her, his mouth...
The king you surrendered to.
Solace swallowed and closed her eyes a moment. Oh, yes, she’d surrendered. She’d surrendered completely, giving herself up to him as if she’d been waiting all her life to do just that, lost in the way he held her in his strong hands. The power of him making her feel as if she could push against him as hard as she could, dash herself against him like a wave against a rock and he wouldn’t budge. He wouldn’t let her go. There was something comforting in that, something that made her feel safe. She didn’t know why.
He was right. You did like fighting him.
She had. And she’d liked the surrender afterwards even more.
Heat washed over her, her entire body prickling at the memory, made even more intense by the hot press of his powerful body behind her.
Remember why you’re here.
The thought turned the prickling heat into an icy wave and she had to catch breath.
