Entangled with the Prince - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,28

on her neck just behind her ear. Then he groaned when she shivered, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“Don’t stop!” she gasped, grinding against his erection. “Please don’t stop!”

That was the last bit of his restraint. He reached under that pretty red skirt, smoothing his hands along her thighs. He found her panties and almost laughed with delight at the expected cotton. What he wasn’t expecting though, was the heat and moisture when his fingers slid underneath that demure elastic band. Nor was he expecting her to grip his ears like that. Those fingers moved lower, digging into his shoulders and he wanted to roar with the need to bury himself in that moist heat.

Taking deep breaths, he slowed his raging libido as he slid one finger into her heat, easing the opening and teasing her folds. He captured her gasp in his mouth, kissing her as his fingers moved in and out while his thumb carefully, delicately flicked against that sensitive nub. Over and over, he teased her, feeling her body straining against his hand until…

He absorbed her scream of release into his mouth, felt her inner muscles clench around his finger while his other arm held her steady, safe and secure while she trembled with her climax.

When it was over, he lifted his mouth and looked down at her, surprised to find tears in her eyes. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, kissing the tears away and pulling his hands reluctantly from her wet depths. She gasped slightly, shifting closer to him.

“You didn’t hurt me at all,” she told him, beaming up at him as if in a dream. “That was wonderful!”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, eyes closed for a moment. Then, her eyes popped open and she glared at him.

“You’re still dressed!”

He chuckled and kissed her briefly. “So are you,” he told her, although his hands slid underneath her skirt again, caressing the silky skin of her thighs.

Savannah nibbled her lower lip, her gaze flitting from his shoulders to his chest and…lower. “I could…?”

He laughed, hugging her when she couldn’t finish that statement. “If I let you do that, then we’d completely miss dinner.” He lifted her down from the countertop. “Come, my beauty. I need to feed you.”

She held onto him when he started to let her go. “We could just…order pizza and,” she moved closer, letting her hand slide up his chest, “stay and see what happens?”

He felt her words echo all the way down to his groin. But he resolutely shook his head. “No. You need to eat. Did you have lunch?” He saw the truth in her eyes and sighed. “You’re too thin, Savannah. You need to eat better.” With that, he took her hand and handed over her purse and keys. He pulled the door to her apartment open, tugging her out and firmly closing the door behind him. “We’re eating and you’re going to tell me about your life.”

Savannah laughed, almost dancing along beside him as they made their way out of the building. “That was beautiful,” she told him, pressing against his arm. She felt free and happy and…giggly!

He looked down at her and she blushed, feeling ridiculous for doing so after what they’d just shared.

Something in his eyes shifted and he stopped, turning to face her. “Have you ever…had an orgasm with a man before?” he asked. The way she looked up at him confirmed his suspicions. “Allaena, you hadn’t!” he muttered. Because he couldn’t help himself, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her right there in the open courtyard. She trembled in his embrace and he had the insane urge to drag her right back upstairs and make love to her all over again, but this time, with himself buried in her heat instead of just his fingers.

With a groan, he pulled back, but kept her pressed against him. “We need to get out of here. Just the thought of doing that to you again, but with a more intimate process, is making me crazy.”

She laughed, then pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest. “Sorry.”

Gaelen growled, tugging her along to get her moving. Away from her apartment and whatever bed she had in that small space.

Twenty minutes later, he led her through the maze of elegant tables in a beautiful restaurant that looked out over the Hudson River with the tall buildings of Manhattan and New Jersey in the distance. “This is amazing!” she sighed as she sat down. “I work at