And it was a magical now.
And, f**k it, I was going to take it and I’d worry about the later… later.
I sucked in breath then joked, “And, you know, I’m always around should you have any further princess instruction to impart on me.”
His smile turned lazy and so sexy, I felt it everywhere.
“Good to know,” he murmured.
“I’m a fast learner,” I promised.
“I noticed that.”
“And it’s important, seeing as I’m a princess, that I learn all about being a princess.”
Tor didn’t respond just brushed his thumb across my bottom lip.
Nice.
“And,” I went on, “it’s important that I learn to do those things well.”
“I’m a patient teacher,” he informed me.
“You didn’t seem all that patient ten minutes ago.”
His lids lowered sending his sexy look off the charts then his head lowered and he brushed his mouth against mine but didn’t take his lips away when he spoke.
“I’ll be more patient next time.”
“Next time?”
“Yes, next time,” he replied, rolled so he was on his back and I was on top of him, his hand lifted the fall of my hair at the side of my head, gliding back so his fingers cupped the back of my head and put pressure on, bringing my face closer to his, “which starts right… about…” my lips touched his, “now.”
Then he kissed me.
Then he took his time showing me another way to be the best princess I could be.
And it was freaking magical.
Chapter Fourteen
I Wasn’t Myself
I heard the sound of heavy draperies being pulled back, bright sunlight touched my closed eyelids and I felt my mouth curve in a satisfied smile.
Hell, if it was physically possible for me to purr, I would do it.
I was on my belly, na**d as the day I was born. I felt the covers were up over my bottom, exposing my back and I stretched out my arms, arched my back into the bed and opened my eyes.
I was thinking of all my princess instruction, and there was a lot of it, three and a half lessons (the half was Tor going down on me and it must be said, the man could use his mouth), and just how much I liked every nanosecond of my lessons (and boy, did I like it) when I looked around the massive room expecting I’d see a handsome (hopefully naked) man letting in the light.
But I didn’t.
I saw a buxom woman wearing a kerchief on her head, a long, white apron pinned to the front of her long dress and a dour expression on her face.
Eek!
I yelped, yanked up the covers and whirled to my back, lifting up to sitting.