His hand in her hair maneuvered her mouth to his. “Aye, practically a legend.”
“Pren –” Elle started but he kissed her quiet.
Later, much later, when he stopped kissing her because she couldn’t bear it any longer but his hand was in her panties, his finger was in her and Elle was rocking against it and breathing heavily into his mouth, Prentice finished.
“Let’s see if we can take away the practically part.”
Elle nodded dazedly, thinking, equally dazedly, that he’d already managed that. Then she sucked in breath when his thumb found her, put on delicious pressure and swirled.
“Come for me so I can watch, baby,” he growled his order against her mouth.
Her h*ps ground into his hand, her fingers clutched his shoulders and Elle did as she was told.
* * * * *
Prentice
Even later (much later), Prentice slid out of Elle’s silken wetness.
Then he gave himself a moment to gaze down at her in his bed, her head to the side, her cheek to the pillow, her hair spread against it, her breath heavy, eyes closed, fingers still clenching the pillowcase.
He was kneeling between her legs, her sweet ass was in the air and, as his hand drifted over one smooth, curved cheek, he looked beside him.
She was still wearing those sexy, black, spike heels.
Jesus, he couldn’t believe it but the f**king sight of her ass, her shapely leg and her foot still wearing that sexy shoe made his still hard c**k jerk almost to ready again.
His hands guiding her gently, he shifted her to her side then, one by one, he unbuckled and took off her shoes, kissing her ankles as he did so, tossing the shoes aside, after which he joined her in bed.
Yanking the covers from under their bodies to over them, he pulled her in his arms.
She snuggled close.
He dipped his chin and into her hair, he murmured, “You’re a legend too.”
Her head came up and she looked into his eyes.
“I am?” she asked with what appeared to be genuine shock.
Even though he didn’t want the thoughts to intrude, not now, not after just having her, making her come twice and holding her in his arms, Prentice couldn’t help but feel the jealous anger, knowing, if it wasn’t for her f**king father and his own ego, he could have been her only lover.
Instead, she’d clearly had plenty of experience.
His voice was gruff when he replied, “You are.”
Her eyes drifted away as did her thoughts before she settled into him again and whispered sleepily, “That’s funny.”
His hand stroked her hair when he asked, “What?”
“What what?” Her voice was quieter, she was sliding into dreamland.
“What’s funny?” Prentice pressed, his hand halting its stroking, his arms going around her to give her a gentle squeeze to stop her from falling asleep.
“That you think I’m a legend.” She nestled closer. “Laurent thought I was frigid. I didn’t enjoy sex with him.” Her voice dropped lower when she finished, “At all.”
Prentice’s arms squeezed again, this time reflexively.
This made him inexplicably glad.