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“If it’s any consolation, I haven’t slept with all of them. And those I did sleep with, I haven’t slept with in a long time.”
“That’s not the point.”
“No, I don’t want to dance and will not accept any more invitations for more,” he declared to the woman who stopped beside him before she could ask. A few more approaches and the women finally got the picture, returning to their small group and glaring at Emerald. “What’s the point?”
“It’s like they have no sense of respect.”
“I’m sorry that they disrespected you—”
“I meant you. They have no respect for you and it makes me angry.” He stopped swaying. So did she. He looked at her in what might have been stupefaction.
“I’m the prince. I’m public property as far as they’re concerned, and my past actions have never discouraged their attention.”
“You’re aprinceof a prestigious, formidable court. Your sister currently first in line for the crown doesn’t change that and no should mean no, not a group of them plotting to see who could make you change your mind like some kind of sick game.”
“Are you…defending my honor?”
“What if I am?”
“I’m…” Touched. More than turned on. “Impressed.”
“Stop grinning at them like that.”
“Keep scowling at me like that,” he shot back, perusing that scowl…coming to another conclusion. “I’m starting to think it’s not just about the disrespect for me.”
“What?”
“You’re jealous.”
Her scowl deepened. “No, I’m not.”
“I know jealousy when I see it.” And it was right there, visible in the way she glared and tried not to direct it toward the women. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction and that made him the receiving party. Weirdly, it melted the tension off his body and erased the others from his mind. The world fell away, the dance floor morphing to just him and her and the way they held each other.
“I’m not jealous,” she clarified. “There’s nothing to be jealous about. We’re just acquaintances.”
“We’re more than that, Em. More than friends, sometimes.”
“No, we’re not.” But she didn’t sound convinced. “I’m just here until I can leave.”
His jaw clenched. A possessive streak surged and had him lowering his mouth to her ear, whispering a breath. The easiness of their dance morphed again until she was all he could scent.
“Do you let your acquaintances slide their fingers inside you? Do you let them play with your clit and bring you to climax?”
Her breath hitched and her hands curled on his shirt.
“Let me go.”
Casually, he removed his hands from hers and curled them on her dress, not her skin. It still burned.
“We’re just dancing. You can leave anytime, though that would make a bad impression when everyone’s eyes are on us.”
“Everyone?”
“Just those in the room. They’re still glaring at you and my sister’s amused. It doesn’t matter.” He kissed her earlobe, unable to help it. “It’s you I would like to be inside of.”
He knew there was a risk of Emerald freezing him out again—hell, maybe even slapping him. But her hands lowered from his chest area to his stomach, not quite touching as if unsure what to do with them.
“You already were,” she shot back, injecting some sharpness into her voice.
