The Bossy Prince (Rugged and Royal #3) - Lili Valente Page 0,83
heart leaps into my throat. “Stop it,” I whisper, fumbling for his head but getting tangled up in what has to be the world’s largest, most luxurious plane blankie. By the time I free my arms and locate the bulge that is his head, he’s pushed my T-shirt up and is kissing my stomach—soft but firm kisses that make my breath catch and my belly flip.
He murmurs something I can’t make out, but that I suspect is a request for me to relax, and shifts lower, trailing kisses along the elastic waistband of my favorite black peasant skirt. It’s so comfortable I barely feel like I’m wearing anything from the waist down, and it can be up for an emergency pee break in two seconds flat.
It is also an easy-access garment for other things…
Things like Colin’s mouth as he draws the elastic down to my hip bones and then lower still until his fingers catch on the sides of my panties and they join the Coming Off on a Plane party.
Holy. Shit. This is really happening.
Colin is taking my panties off on a plane, while he presses increasingly hot kisses to the hollow by my hip, the top of the dark blond curls I haven’t tamed in probably far too long, and then…
“Oh my God,” I mouth almost silently as he kisses me there, his tongue teasing out to flick across my clit like he’s done this a hundred times before.
And he probably has, but not to me. Until last night, the closest Colin and I had ever gotten physically was a friendly hug or holding hands at a crowded music festival so we didn’t get separated in the crush of people.
But now I have kissed him, and it was completely fantastic, and now he’s urging my thighs apart and shifting his head. And then his tongue is swirling around the top of me as his finger finds where I’m wet and pushes inside. And then he adds a second finger and more delicious friction and—
Oh.
Oh my—
Oh my yes there. That. Oh my—
I smash my fist into my mouth, stifling my groan as I join the mile-high club.
Does it count as the mile-high club if it’s oral? I don’t know, but it feels like it should count. And after nine long, lonely months, an orgasm brought about by another person instead of my own sad fingers is like waking up to learn they’ve decided Halloween should be celebrated twice a year.
So. Damned. Good. I feel wicked, wonderful, and so satisfied that when Colin emerges from the blanket, his cheeks flushed and his wild hair even crazier than usual, all I can do is let out a ragged sigh.
He grins. “See? It’s going to be amazing.” He leans in, kissing my forehead before adding in a whisper, “And your pussy is magically delicious.”
My face goes hot, but I keep my tone casual as I ask, “Like Lucky Charms?”
“Nothing like Lucky Charms.” His fingers slip back over my mound to push inside me, making me suck in a surprised breath. “Sugary cereal is for children, Kirby, and this pussy is full grown and capable of asking for what she wants.”
“You have to stop,” I say, moaning softly against his lips as he kisses me in that same barely-contained, starved-for-me way he kissed me last night. But this time, he tastes like me, an intimate flavor that is so sexy I want to let go and get lost in him again, but I can’t, or we’re going to get caught sex-handed. “Seriously. I hear the beverage cart. Someone’s coming.”
“You, I hope,” he says, grinding the heel of his palm against my sensitized clit. “I want to make you come again. But first I want you to tell me what your pussy wants.”
“Colin, please…” I fist my fingers in his soft T-shirt, holding on for dear life as he takes me to the edge.
“Tell me.” His commanding tone isn’t anything like the Colin I’ve known for over a decade. But I’ve never seen this side of him, the side that only comes out to play with his kissing friends. “Tell me, Kirby,” he says again, “what does your pussy want?”
“You,” I gasp against his mouth, rocking into his hand, shamelessly seeking what I need. “You. Making me come. Please.”
“Good girl,” he says, increasing the pressure on my clit until my eyes roll back in my head. “Now, come for me. That’s it… Fuck, yes, I love feeling your pussy so tight and wet, Kirby. You’re hot as hell when you come.”
He keeps going, spilling out a stream of encouraging and complimentary filth until I dissolve into the seat beneath me, turning molten and sticky sweet with a cry he mutes with his lips on mine.
We pull ourselves together seconds before the beverage cart arrives. Lifting our seats to an upright position, Colin orders a coke with lime and I order a ginger ale with no ice.
And then we sit staring at each other, lips hidden behind the rims of our little plastic cups.
“You are bad,” I say.
“But good at it,” he says with a wink.
“Agreed.” I nod. “So good that you deserve a reward. But I’m going home as soon as I return the favor. I can’t stay an entire week in Vegas.”
He shrugs. “We’ll see.”
“Return the favor, then home,” I insist. “That’s it.”
He smiles smugly and takes a smug drink of his coke while his eyebrows do a smug dance of smugness over his smug eyes. He thinks he’s got my number, but he doesn’t. My will to maintain our friendship is stronger than my libido. And I’m going to prove it…
Right after I replay everything he just did to me about a hundred times in my mind.
Or maybe a thousand, if there’s enough flight left.
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Author of over forty novels, USA Today Bestseller Lili Valente writes everything from steamy suspense to laugh-out-loud romantic comedies. A die-hard romantic, she can’t resist a story where love wins big. Because love should always win. She lives in Vermont with her two big-hearted boy children and a dog named Pippa Jane.
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