commands…”
“The lady does,” I told him with an answering grin.
His eyes turned lustful at that, all dark, boiling heat, and his hands went to work, stripping me out of my pajamas with a few quick flicks of his fingers.
Once I was naked, my skin tingling in the air and under his gaze, he brought this fingers up to my jaw and brushed it, making me stretch like a cat being scratched.
Then his fingers started moving down my body.
Slowly, the tips barely touching my skin, he trailed them down my neck and over my collarbone, making me gasp and writhe underneath him. I arched my back and pressed my breasts up into the air, gasping again when his fingers got to one nipple and gently squeezed it.
“Oh God, Francisco,” I groaned. “Please.”
He leaned down and sealed his lips over the nipple he’d brought to a peak, his tongue flicking out to tease it, and when he came back up, he was smiling.
“I had you too quickly the first time,” he murmured. “This time, I’m going to take my time. And I’m going to keep taking my time with you all weekend.”
I moaned, the space between my legs aching with a deep, burning need at his words, but he just shook his head and leaned down to kiss my breast again.
“You have no idea how lonely I was on that ship,” he said, his lips brushing across my sensitive skin. “I had dreams about you, you know. And I mean to explore what we did in those dreams. Again, and again, and again.”
He started kissing my body then, rather than using his fingers, moving down over my ribcage and belly, and spreading my legs underneath him when he passed over my hips. He looked up at me, all mischief, but now I drew the line, deciding that I’d waited quite long enough.
I reached down, cupped his jaw, and dragged him back up to me. Once we were face-to-face again, I let my tongue dart out and touch his lips.
“Do you think you’re the only one who’s had to wait?” I whispered. “I’ve been dreaming of you, too. And I’m done being patient.”
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his body flush to mine, inviting him in. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist.
He tried. I could see the fight in his face. But it took only moments for him to groan and give up, finding my opening with his cock and sliding into me.
I screamed at the contact, the sudden fullness, the sensitive spot where the end of his length pressed into me. And then he started moving in and out, so slowly that I thought I was going to scream again, his hands drawing mine up above my head as he made slow, passionate love to me.
Hours later, as we cuddled in bed, discussing whether we were actually going to get up to go out and eat, or if we just wanted to have food delivered to us, he reached out and took my hand.
“Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong yet?” he asked softly. “Not that I’m not interested in the question of food. But before we decide on that…”
He was right, of course. He’d flown—or, well, sailed—all this way, and faked a passport and lied to his brother to do it. All because he’d been concerned over how I sounded.
I knew I had to tell him. And he was giving me the perfect opening.
I turned on my side, my hand still in his, and gazed at him for a long moment. This man, this prince, was someone I had never expected, and I knew very little about him. I knew that he had a troubled past, and that he felt displaced from his own family. I knew that he didn’t take life too seriously.
Would he take a baby any more seriously than he took his life?
I didn’t know. But I did know that he had come all the way here when he thought I was in trouble. And surely that counted for something.
“I’m pregnant,” I told him bluntly, deciding to just get it over with. “And it’s yours. That was what I was calling to tell you. Only when it came down to it, it felt wrong to do it over the phone. Not that I thought doing it in person was going to be an option, but—”
I was cut off by his lips coming down on mine with such force and passion that it shocked me