Stealing His Princess (Kings of Conquest #2) - Adelaide Forrest Page 0,54

her as her amber eyes slid closed, and she deepened our kiss. Her lips parted for me, inviting me inside as her little tongue swept against mine in a light tease. Growling against her, recognizing the challenge for what it was, I shifted us on the sofa until she was laid out beneath me. Her hands worked her dress up her thighs slightly, giving them room to part so I could settle my hips between them. My weight was supported over her, and I lean on one arm to keep from crushing her as I looked down at her and studied the way her red hair fanned across the elegant beige sofa.

I committed it to memory, along with the warmth in her eyes as she watched me. When I leaned forward and captured her lips again, she moaned lightly. Those small hands slid around to my back, the nails threatening to score into my skin if not for the suit I wore. She slid them beneath my jacket, tugging my shirt out of my slacks so that she could glide her palms against my bare skin. Losing patience and wanting to feel her against me, I sat up and tugged the jacket off. Undoing the buttons of my shirt while I stared down at her, I shucked it off my shoulders as well and threw both into a heap in the corner.

I'd care in the morning, when I discovered them to be a wrinkled mess. But I knew it wouldn't really matter.

Not as much as feeling Bristol against me.

She ran her hands over my stomach, touching the lines of muscle slowly until her mischievous touch went to my belt buckle. "What's the rush?" I said with a smirk.

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One of her hands wrapped around my belt while the other wandered downwards and stroked me through my slacks. I hardened against her palm, watching as she shot me an amused look. She pushed me until I laid back on the sofa with her leaning over me. "I'm not in a hurry. I want to make you beg.”

My back hit the soft material of the couch and my breath whooshed from my lungs with just one smile from her. "Bristol," I whispered, her name coming out as a plea.

“It’s too soon for you to beg. That’s no fun,” she protested, putting a finger to my lips before planting her hands on my shoulders and lowering herself until her lips were a whisper away from mine. "Some would say you took advantage of my innocence,” she scoffed. “It seems only fitting that I take advantage of your desperation now.”

My laugh came out as a breathless chuckle as I shook my head. "I don't know who would think you’re weak enough to be taken advantage of. They must not have met you.”

“Whether this is to be our last time or one of many, I want to take you in my own way.” She dipped lower but instead of touching her lips to mine, she grazed her lips against my cheek. She rained kisses on my cheek and nose before nipping on my jawline. "I like knowing I have power over you. I’ve never felt it before.”

I reached up to unzip the back of her crumpled satin dress. I needed to feel her skin on mine. To mark her with my touch in every area that I was determined no other man would ever touch. I pushed the dress off her shoulders to bare her breasts. "You’ll be the death of me.”

I reached up to rub her hardened nipple but I'd barely been able to touch the pink peak before she grabbed my hands and planted them above my head. "No touching.”

I let out a breathless laugh as her lips moved down my neck, and she rained kisses down my chest. The soft mounds of her breasts rubbed against me, sliding down my stomach before they pressed against my hardened cock through my pants.

I looked down at her when her lips left my skin. From my vantage point, an image of her lips wrapped around my length with her wide honey eyes on mine filled my head. She unfastened my belt and pants in a hurry, reaching inside and pulling me free from the confines of fabric. I throbbed in her grip.

"Bristol," I warned when she squeezed harder and pumped her hand up and down slowly.

She raised an eyebrow at me but kept up the rhythm. "Hmm?” she hummed. She leaned down and wrapped