things this man brings out in me.
My tremors waning, he lowers my other leg, maintaining his hold on me until I have my balance.
“That’s why I asked you to not wear any panties.”
“So this was all part of your plan?”
“More or less.” He shrugs. “I wanted to recreate what I consider our first date, but give you the Prince Gabriel version. That first night in Tucumcari might not have been a date in the traditional sense, but I think that was where we truly began. Where we both decided to take a risk on each other. While I can’t take you out to a dive bar here, then fingerfuck you in an alley, I’d like to think I’ve given you a taste of what that kind of date with Prince Gabriel would be like.”
“I suppose…,” I draw out.
“You suppose?”
“You seem to have forgotten one rather important part of that ‘first date’.”
“What’s that?”
“That after you fingerfucked me in the alley, you all but bolted with me back to the hotel room so you could fuck me for real.” I give him a coy smile. “If we’re recreating that first date, but the Prince Gabriel version, you can’t neglect that. Otherwise, how am I to judge which version of you I like better?”
His pupils dilate, jaw clenching. “Is that what you want, Nora? To be fucked by a prince?”
A shiver rolls through me, a new wave of moisture pooling between my legs. I swallow hard, chest heaving as he leers at me with a look that drives me wild with need.
“I…”
“Tell me you do.” He leans his forearm against the wall behind me and brushes his lips against mine. “Tell me you want to be fucked by a prince.”
Holy shit.
This may be the hottest thing we’ve done in a while. Even hotter than the quickie fuck the morning of our engagement announcement when he screwed me still dressed in his suit, the one he wore in all the photos that day. But this… This game is infinitely better.
Doing my best to keep my voice steady, I look at him with an unwavering gaze. “I want to be fucked by a prince.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Nora
Neither one of us moves as my plea hangs in the air. God, the anticipation will be the death of me. Worse, Anderson knows it, yet is still torturing me to the point that I’m pretty sure this could be considered cruel and unusual punishment.
Yes, he’s already given me a mind-erasing orgasm, but I need more. Need him in all the ways I can have him.
As a prince.
As Anderson.
As both at the same time.
At the end of the day, he’s all these things and more. My beautiful, mysterious, duplicitous prince.
Finally, Anderson slowly curves his lips into a devious grin. “I bet you do, my little vixen.”
Grabbing my wrist, he yanks me down the hallway, his steps quick, stride purposeful. When he reaches the last door, he opens it and flicks on the switch, the low light illuminating a large room, a king-sized bed in the middle. It’s not nearly as extravagant as the one I’ve been sleeping in the past several weeks. This one is more simple, modern, blacks and whites accented with hints of lilac and plum. It’s reminiscent of Anderson’s beachfront condo in Santa Monica. A peek at the man beneath the crown.
He kicks the door closed. I face him, the space between us crackling with tension. Stare resolute, he stalks toward me, shrugging out of his jacket and dropping it to the floor. My mouth goes dry at the way his muscles stretch the fabric of his black t-shirt. I haven’t seen him in anything other than a suit and tie since we arrived here. It only makes my hunger for him increase.
“Turn around,” he orders.
Too desperate to disagree, I obey, spinning to face the bed. My heart pounds as I wait to feel his hands on me, my skin tingling with anticipation. But I don’t feel anything right away. Or even several moments later.
When I don’t think I can wait another second, his breath caresses my nape. I sigh, my body becoming momentarily lax as he presses soft kisses along my shoulders.
“God, I love your skin. So smooth. So creamy. So bloody perfect.”
He rests a hand on my stomach, pulling me against him, his front to my back. I whimper when he circles his hips, his erection prominent.
“I could bend you over the bed right like this and fuck you. Would you like that?”
I lean my head