Royal Line (Tattered Royals #1) - Carrie Ann Ryan Page 0,38

eyes before turning and jabbing his very large chest with my finger. “I told you I’d stay put because I’m not an idiot. But now I’m in a safe place. My brothers will send our people. I’m good. You can go. You’ve done your duty. Mission accomplished. That’s what you care about, right? The mission?”

I was aware of how close he was then. I’d been jabbing him, but he hadn’t moved. Instead, I’d only been bringing my body closer to his.

Danger, Will Robinson, danger.

The tension and electricity crackled and swirled around us. His gaze dipped to my lips, and I could feel the hum of desire beneath my skin, making it tight and itchy. Making me want to rub myself all over him.

What is wrong with you, London? Get it together.

But I couldn’t. For the last several years, I’d haphazardly dated. No one really catching my interest. No one I really trusted to want me for me. No one I felt any pull to whatsoever. But this man. I wanted to throw things at him while simultaneously wanting him to lick into my mouth again. Why this guy? For the most part, I liked men who were refined, cultured, handsome, of course, but I’d never been one to fall in love. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a hedonist. Every single one of the men I’d dated had always treated me like I was too ambitious for my situation, which was BS. But Kannon… Kannon lit my skin on fire, and I didn’t know what to do with that.

“You’re too close.”

“You are free to move, princess.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Well, you are a princess, aren’t you? A spoiled, pampered rich girl who doesn’t have to follow any rules, right?”

“You don’t know me. You think you have any idea who I am? God, you’re just a giant pain in the—”

“You talk too damn much.” And with that, his lips slammed down on mine.

Molding over mine in a perfect fit. Again, I’d like to pretend I stood shell-shocked for a moment. I would like to pretend that I even put up some kind of fight. I would like to pretend that I hadn’t been completely malleable and easy, but that would be BS. Total and utter bullshit. I didn’t fight. I didn’t put up any kind of resistance at all. Instead, I closed my eyes and savored the sensation of his lips on mine, having missed the contact.

His tongue delved into my mouth, stroking and licking. Mine danced in partnership with his, desperate for more, greedy, needing him. He backed me up against the counter and then he bent down slightly. His hands were suddenly on the backs of my legs as he hoisted me up onto the counter. Stepping between my knees, he angled the kiss better. My legs wound around his waist, bringing him closer. Oh so close. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my cleft, and I couldn’t help but shudder. God, yes. This was what I needed. This was what I had been hoping for and needing, and… Oh my God.

He made a low growl in the back of his throat. He slid his hands into my hair, fisting gently, angling my head, completely taking over the kiss. My hips rolled into his, and another of those low groans rumbled against my chest.

Then my hands were on him, sliding up over his chest, over and around his shoulders, stroking every muscle. I slid my hands into his hair, my nails scoring his scalp. I could feel the shudder run through his body, and I almost smiled in satisfaction.

His hands slid up over my hips, under the hem of the shirt I wore. His thumbs gently grazed my belly before bracketing my ribs. Slowly, slowly inching up. I arched my back in silent invitation. God, I needed to just...if he could just—

And we had lift off.

He palmed both of my breasts, kneading them gently. And I could feel the pulsing straight down in my core. I rolled my hips over his erection again, and he met me roll for roll. One of his thumbs stroked my nipple, and I tore my lips from his. “Oh my God.”

He captured my lips again quickly as he continued stroking my nipple, pinching it lightly. The pleasure pulsed between my thighs and I could feel it. I was coming. That blissful heat chasing up over my spine, it was coming. I was so goddamn close. One of his hands slid away