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If it’s anything like getting used to his colder temperature, I believe him. “I guess I could use a lot of blankets.”
He leans so that his breath puffs against my neck. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do to keep you comfortable.”
His word “whatever” rolls through my mind, conjuring up images of the two of us together. My skin suddenly feels hot, and I find myself leaning against him just a little more. Loving the strength in his body. Wondering what it’ll be like when we’re finally together.
“I don’t want things to move… too fast between us,” I whisper, even if my body rebels against my words.
“Romance is in order. I understand,” he says, and I wonder if he really does.
Suddenly, he moves away from me, and I miss the feeling of his strong body behind me. He kneels down behind us and picks a snow flower. Flowers that I hadn’t even noticed until now. White flowers that remind me of Dahlia flowers, because they’re not just white, but shades of white. Around their stems is a kind of white that reminds me of opals in the sunlight.
They’re beautiful.
Prince Zane brings the flower to me and gives a little bow. “For you, my lady.”
It’s impossible not to smile. If this is the start of our romance, we’re going to have a lovely time together. I take the flower and put it in my hair, feeling loved in a strange way that’s hard to understand. But when I process the depth of that feeling, my spine stiffens.What’s happening? Flirting with Prince Zane is one thing… this feels like something else.
“Can I show you something?” he asks.
I hesitate, then manage, “Sure.”
He offers me his arm, and I take it, even though I feel a little silly. The urge to remind him that I’m a maid, not a lady, comes and goes. He knows. No reason to complicate an already complicated situation by starting an obvious and awkward thing.
My anxiety grows as we approach a lake, and he doesn’t seem to be slowing. It’s frozen over, but I don’t know how deeply so. If we walk on it, won’t it crack? Won’t we fall in and suffer a frozen and terrible death?
I look at him. He’s calm and confident, not the least bit worried about a watery death, and his reaction soothes me, if only by a little. If one of the two of us knows more about the dangers of a frozen lake, it’d be him. Right?
Besides, he wouldn’t put me in danger. Out of all the things I’m unsure about between us, that’s not one of them. Prince Zane wants to show me something. Not kill us.
I let him lead me to the center of the lake, my heart racing, but I stay by his side. Music floats above us, a beautiful song that I swear I’ve heard before. A romantic one about a knight and the lady of his dreams.
Before I can understand what he’s about to do, he sweeps me into his arms and twirls me in a circle. I smile as he pulls me back toward him and continues our strange dance on a frozen lake. It’s unexpected. Romantic. And perfect.
I squeeze his hand, and he leans down and kisses me. It’s a light peck, a kiss asking for permission to do more. I can feel it in the way his lips brush mine gently, and the way his gaze clings to mine, wordlessly asking for more, but doing nothing to push me farther.
His patience is oddly sexy.
I run my hands through his pale white hair, letting the long silky strands tangle between my fingers. When he does nothing to stop me, just watches me closely, I slide my hand to the back of his hair, then tug him closer as I offer him my mouth.
Our lips touch, and my body heats, the feeling spreading through me until it stops at my core. It’s a slow and tender kiss, one that he seems to be trying to savor. One thatI’msavoring as my nerves awaken.
His tongue gently touches mine, and I whimper in surprise. He tastes as sweet as the cookie I’d eaten. Only, the cold sensation of his lips on mine, and his tongue in my mouth, is erotic as hell. My mind can’t help but picture what that mouth of his could do if it were to slide down my body.
A shiver rolls through me as he continues to kiss me. To taste me. His hands controlled as they rest on my hips, his body pressed against mine.
I’m overwhelmed with how much I want more than just this kiss. Maybe I even want every inch of Prince Zane himself, because… I’m safe right here with him. And, hell, I can’t remember ever feeling this safe outside of my grandmother and father.
I wrap my arms around him, and I don’t feel the cold wind or hear the branches rustle anymore. I only feel Prince Zane’s lips on mine, and it’s incredible.
His hands tighten just a little on my hips. He’s gentle, almost timid with how he touches me, and it’s driving me crazy. I want more. Ineedmore. I don’t care if I’m being aggressive. I explore his mouth, sliding my tongue along his, feeling heat at every point where our bodies touch.
He inhales deeply, and I can feel him starting to unravel. He’s relaxing into the kiss and letting our bodies do what they know to do. His hands draw me closer against him, and it’s intoxicating. My body’s reacting to him like it’s never reacted before.
If I’m his wife, I’ll never be alone again. I’ll never worry about food or money or safety. And I can tell from how he is right now that I’ll be loved and adored.
He breaks away from our kiss, releasing me from the trance I was in. I shiver, wanting to pull him back, but also feeling confused. It’s like everything is changing faster than I can handle, and I’m not quite following it. I need a minute, or need him to keep kissing me to push the thoughts away, but he doesn’t seem to be willing to give me either.
“Do I have your heart–?” he asks, panting.
