Entangled with the Prince - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,16

size. They’ll back off pretty quickly.” She grinned cheekily. “Your expensive car, plus your build, might give me a bit of street cred!”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll station a guard at your door.”

She laughed. “You will not,” and she snuggled further down into the seat. “No one bothers me. Mostly because I’m rarely home, but also because they see my clothes and bag and know that I have no money.” She said it with a teasing tone, but she missed the look of surprise that he shot her. That look shifted to one of determination as he maneuvered through the brightly lit streets of Manhattan, then took the bridge to the other boroughs.

When he pulled up outside of her building, Gaelen looked around. There were several groups of people watching, but they didn’t seem threatening. Which he knew could be a false sense of this world. Before he stepped out of the Mercedes, he sent a message to his security team. He hadn’t told them that he was leaving, but he was sure that they’d known and had followed. Sure enough, two sets of lights blinked off in the distance, letting him know that they were there. Two men got out of the vehicle and followed behind him as Gaelen followed Savannah into the building.

At the elevator, she stopped. “You don’t need to follow me up. You’ve gone above and beyond the call of duty.”

Gaelen moved closer. “I’m walking you to your door,” he told her.

“You don’t…”

The elevator arrived at that moment. They waited while a group of people stepped out, several of them men, as well as the women, eyed him up and down. But they only slowed, not stopping as they proceeded with their evening. It was prime clubbing time, he knew. And most of these people who were out and about tonight would be hitting the clubs.

The elevator was smaller than he’d expected, especially considering how many people had gotten out of it only moments before. As the doors closed, he watched Savannah.

She felt it too. That tension, the awareness…it was there in her eyes. She felt it and was fighting it. But like him, she was losing the battle.

“What floor are you on?” he asked, and glanced over at the numbers, realizing that she’d already pressed the button for the eighth floor.

“Eight,” she replied unnecessarily.

He struggled to find something else to say, but his mind was blank. Probably because he was looking at her lips, noticing the fullness. Her mouth fell open slightly and his body hardened as the awareness intensified.

Nostrils flared as he looked down at her, registering her scent and the softness in her eyes. The hunger.

“We can’t,” she whispered.

“I know,” he replied, understanding her comment even though he didn’t want to. Instead, he wanted to take her into his arms and kiss her, make love to her until they were too exhausted for logic and reason to interfere with their desires.

The elevator doors opened, but that didn’t diminish that sense of awareness. In fact, the narrow hallway intensified that feeling, making him painfully aware of how close they were. The hallway was long, containing lights interspersed with doors, some with welcome mats and others without. The floor was linoleum and the walls merely painted cinderblock, but he barely registered the lack of luxury. He was completely focused on Savannah, on the gentle sway of her hips and the ramrod straight spine as she fought against the sensuous pull building between them.

She stopped in front of a non-descript doorway, her head bowed. All he could see was her whiskey-colored hair and the elegant line of her neck. Someone came down the hallway, necessitating that he step closer to her. Gaelen put his hands on her hips, holding her steady while he moved out of the way for the other person to pass by.

When they were alone once again, he didn’t move away. Instead, he pressed closer, needing to feel her. “I won’t kiss you,” he vowed.

Her head shot up and those chocolate eyes shimmered with hurt.

His hands tightened on her waist and he sighed. “Unless you want me to,” he corrected.

She licked her lips and he groaned. Lowering his head was the most natural thing in the world. He felt as if he’d known her for decades. Just a kiss, he promised himself. A small, short kiss. Just a touch to ease their curiosity about what it could be like between them.

As soon as their lips touched, Gaelen knew that this was a bad