His Princess - Stacy Gail Page 0,29

of yours, and I sure as hell don’t want you thinking about that, either. And two, because none of that shit matters. What matters is that while I might not be your first, you’d better fucking believe that I’m going to be your last. You almost finished?”

She looked down at her half-eaten plate and realized she wouldn’t be able to choke down another bite. “Yes.”

“Good. Let’s find our bungalow and find out what Kama Sutra positions work best for us.”

Chapter Eight

Their bungalow was a little single-story Craftsman with a grape arbor on one side and wisteria climbing along the frame of the bungalow’s small porch. They pushed through a carved wooden door depicting a scene of a grape harvest, and the light, airy living room/dining room combo was painted in a delicate cream. Massive picture windows let the waning sunlight in, showcasing breathtaking views of the vine-covered valley and the small rose garden out the back. Through an open door off the living room, she spied their luggage on a luggage stand at the foot of a sumptuous-looking king-sized bed, spotlighted in late-afternoon sunshine.

Joelle took all this in with a quick but thorough glance, and while the creative in her appreciated how picturesque their surroundings were, the woman in her could only focus on one thing.

Gus.

“This seems like the perfect place for a seduction,” Joelle began, doing a little turn in the middle of the room while her pulse began to resemble bongo drums. “Do you want to get things started in here, or shall we take this into the—”

He reached out, snagged a hand around the belt at her waist and tugged her to him. Her body slammed up against the solidity of his even as his mouth came down with sweet savagery on hers. Heat rolled over her skin wherever they touched, awakening her nerve endings and making her head spin as if with a delirious kind of fever.

This was what it was to be wanted, she thought dazedly, while that delicious heat traveled down her spine to settle deep within her pelvis, spawning a damp achiness in the cleft between her thighs.

No.

Not just wanted.

This man hungered for her like she was what kept him alive. It was both awe-inspiring and hot as hell to be that desired, and it sparked a wild, answering need within her.

If she didn't get this overwhelming man inside her soon, she was going to lose her mind.

“I want you.” There was no more room for games or being coy. Hunger pulsed through her hard and fast, and when his mouth finally released hers, she didn't waste a moment in getting her point across. “From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you. Don't make me wait another second.”

“Hell, no.” His mouth sucked and nipped at her neck while his hands slid up from her waist to claim her breasts, his thumbs relentlessly stroking the peaks to hypersensitive life. She gasped at the sensation, arching into his touch even as she hurriedly began working on the buttons of his shirt. “You're out of your mind if you think I can hold off from getting my cock inside you. But I'm not about to rush through paradise, so be prepared, my lady. I'm going to make a fucking meal of you.”

“You’ll get no complaints from me, as long as I can do the same with you.” Almost hyperventilating in her excitement, she ripped the shirt from his shoulders so she could run her hands all over that magnificent landscape that was his chest. “Oh, Augustus. You’re breathtaking.”

It was true. A rough smattering of dark hair veed across his chest that was sculpted with just the right amount of muscles. She ran her hands down the muscle-padded ladder of his rib cage to his lean hips. Every uncovered inch of him was masculine perfection, and she couldn't wait to see if the rest of him was like that.

“This dress is a goddamn knockout.” His voice, the audible equivalent of rich velvet, stroked across her nerves like a caress. “From the moment you opened the door today, I've been obsessed with tugging on this belt to see if it's holding everything together.”

Thank you Alice. “Try it and find out.”

“Way ahead of you.”

Anticipation hummed through her as the belt gave way and the front of her dress slid open. A little shimmy of her shoulders and it fell off completely, puddling at her heels to leave her standing in matching bra and thong in a lacy,