back against his shoulder, moaning as his hand brushes my nipple. When I don’t immediately answer, he squeezes. I yelp, a shockwave of electricity rushing through me.
“Tell me, Nora.”
“Y-yes.”
His grip on me tightens, his arousal pressing harder against me.
“And, god, what I wouldn’t give to do just that.” He wraps my hair around his fist, forcing my head to the side, leaving my neck completely exposed.
It’s official. This may be the hottest experience of my life. And I don’t give a fuck who I’m with. Prince Gabriel. Anderson. It doesn’t matter. I love all the parts that make up this man. I want all the parts that make up this man. The good and the bad.
When his teeth skim against my neck, I cry out.
“But I’m not.” He abruptly pulls away, leaving me wanting. I should be used to this by now. It’s a typical Anderson move. But damn if it doesn’t frustrate me to no end. Which is precisely why he keeps doing it.
I whirl around, panting. “Not what?”
“Going to fuck you.”
He’s so nonchalant about it, as if talking about the weather.
He slides off his shoes, then untucks his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.
It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen this man naked. I still marvel at his physique. He’s lost a little muscle tone over the past year, but he still has an incredible form. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, that chiseled V around his abdomen.
“But I just told you I wanted to be fucked by a prince,” I protest.
“You also asked me to make love to you.” He unbuckles his belt and slides it out of the loops.
My attention is drawn to the tufts of hair just above his waist. It’s like I haven’t spent the past year becoming acquainted with every part of his body. Like it’s our first time all over again.
“So what’s it going to be, Nora?”
I chew on my lower lip, considering my options. Why does it have to be one or the other? Why should I limit myself to only one? He can fuck me and make love to me at the same time. Just like my heart can love Prince Gabriel and Anderson North.
Sauntering up to him, I brush my lips against his. “I’ve finally realized I can have both.” I pull back, my eyes locking with his. “I can love both.”
A hint of relief flashes across his expression, the meaning in my words not lost on him.
“Just because you only see one side of me doesn’t mean the other doesn’t love and admire you.”
I cup his cheek. “I know. I understand that now.”
He loops his arm around my waist, erasing the last bit of space separating us. “You’ve possessed the most important part of me all along.” He takes my hand and brings it to his chest, covering his tattoo of a compass. “My heart, Nora. You own it. Regardless of whether I’m putting on a show as Prince Gabriel or revealing my innermost secrets to a complete stranger I met on Route 66 as Anderson North…”
I blow out a tearful laugh at the memory.
“My heart will always belong to you.”
His mouth meets mine in a searing kiss. It’s not the affectionate-filled kiss like when we first arrived here. But it’s not the lust-filled kiss from mere minutes ago, either. It’s a combination of both. Ravenous, yet ardent. Greedy, yet satisfied. Eager, yet content.
He grips my hip and steers me toward the bed. When the back of my legs hit the mattress, we stop, but he doesn’t retreat. Instead, he finds the zipper on my dress and lowers it with ease. I help him push the sleeves down my arms, allowing the material to fall over my hips and pool at my feet.
He gradually brings our kiss to an end, his eyes flaming as they take in my black lace bra. I doubt this is on the approved list of royal attire.
“Sit on the edge of the mattress,” he says in a low voice.
I nod, doing as he asks.
He drops to his knees and takes one heel-clad foot in his hand. He plants kisses from my knee down to my ankle before unfastening the strap, sliding off my shoe. I don’t know how he does it, but he makes this mundane act extremely erotic, my pulse increasing when he gives my other leg the same treatment.
Not looking away, he stands, pushing down his pants and briefs before kicking them off.
“Like what you see?” He flashes me a flirtatious smirk.
“You