Lone Prince (Royally Unexpected #7) - Lilian Monroe Page 0,55

claw at her clothing and spin her toward the tiny desk behind me.

I sit her down, cupping her face with my hands and I taste her once more. Her lips are like candy, and I’d never get sick of kissing them. She clings to my shirt, pulling me close as her legs wrap around my waist.

“We shouldn’t do this,” Rowan whispers against my lips.

I chuckle. “This again. Why not?”

Her brows draw together, but no words come out. I kiss the tip of her nose, her cheek, her jaw, her lush bottom lip.

I growl, kissing her still. “Why not, Rowan? Tell me.”

“Because we can’t be together. It’s not going anywhere.”

“Says who?” My lips brush against her neck, which prickles with goose bumps wherever my kisses land.

“Says…everyone, Wolfe.”

I groan. “I love it when you use my name.”

“I shouldn’t. What if someone heard me calling you anything but Your Highness?”

“They’d know I asked you to.” I pull away, running the backs of my fingers over her cheek. I brush my thumb over her mouth, watching her eyelashes flutter at my touch.

She’s gorgeous.

“When I saw you lying in the snow outside the palace gates, I thought you looked like an ice goddess,” I whisper, brushing my lips over hers. “I thought you were part angel.”

“Must have been a rude awakening when you realized I wasn’t.” She grins, but I don’t. Her self-deprecating humor has no place here, when all I want to speak is the truth. I want to tell her everything in my heart. Show her that we can make this work—if she wants it.

Running my fingers down her sides, I pull her shirt up. She lifts her arms, letting me take the garment off and toss it aside. I let my hands brush her pale skin, running over the thousands of freckles dusted across her body.

“I’m still not convinced you’re fully human,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. I slip her bra strap down her arm, following it with my lips.

“I’m a flawed human, through and through,” Rowan answers, her fingers reaching around to the nape of my neck. With her other hand, she leans back on the desk, arching toward me.

“Show me a flaw, Rowan,” I growl. “I’ve been looking for one.”

“They’re all hidden under layers of sarcasm and bitterness.”

“Nothing about you tastes bitter.” I kiss her clavicle, moving slowly across the bone until my lips brush the center of her chest.

Rowan lets out a sigh, leaning farther back to let me kiss her. Her body softens, melting under my touch as I unhook her bra and take her breast in my mouth.

And it’s true—nothing tastes bitter. She’s sweet, delicious, perfect. Crafted just for me by some higher being who wanted to show me that good things still exist in this world.

Rowan’s fingers flick the buttons of my shirt open as her hands crawl hungrily over my chest. She pushes the fabric off my shoulders, then moves to tug at my belt. Her eyelids hang low, lips still glistening with my kiss—and my God, she looks like the sexiest woman in the world.

I let her tear my belt off and tug my pants down. When she wraps her fingers around my cock, I let out a low groan. I reach down her skirt and beneath her underwear to the sweet honey between her legs. When I touch her, Rowan shivers, moaning gently.

I could listen to that moan on repeat and never get sick of it. I could watch her eyelids flutter and her mouth form a soft O. I could kiss every inch of her until the day I die, and I’d be a happy man.

Me. Happy.

I never would’ve thought it could happen—but with Rowan, it’s possible.

As I tease the pleasure out of her, I love the way her face relaxes. How her mouth falls open and a little whimper slips through her lips. She pumps my cock in short jerks before getting lost in her own lust, forgetting about her hand on my shaft for a few seconds. I watch her orgasm build as her nipples harden, her stomach clenching, back arching. I drink in the sight of her like this, just for me.

And I love it. I want more of it. Every day, all the time.

I want Rowan.

Not because she’s an angel. Not because I found her in the snow and brought her back to life. Not because I’m looking for someone to save or to protect.

Because she doesn’t need me to do that for her. She’s