Royal Line (Tattered Royals #1) - Carrie Ann Ryan Page 0,55

licked my lips and swallowed hard as my gaze trailed down his body, over his thick chest, his narrow hips. That little line of hair that went from his bellybutton and disappeared below the waistband of his jeans.

He was barefoot, his feet sexy and tan.

He had left the button undone on his jeans, and they were open just enough that I knew he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the coarse hair that shadowed his cock was barely visible. The long, thick line of his erection bulged beneath the zipper, and I could see a very noticeable line that visibly grew at my heated attention.

I swallowed hard and licked my lips again, and Kannon let out a rough chuckle.

“Do you think you can pull your eyes off my cock long enough to meet my gaze?” Kannon asked, his voice deep.

I flushed.

His gaze raked over me just the same, and I knew he was picturing me naked.

After all, he had already seen and touched and tasted every inch of me.

Why shouldn’t I enjoy the feast in front of me?

“We’re not going to talk?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Kannon, I—”

“Got what you wanted, so you took off?”

“That’s not what happened, and you know that. I just needed to breathe, and I couldn’t do that in your bed.”

“So instead of talking to me, you bolted?”

He had a point. “I’m sorry. I just have no idea what I’m supposed to do right now. I’ve never been impulsive. I’ve never felt…anything like this before. I don’t have any answers, and I have no idea what to do.”

He lifted a brow. “I didn’t think you’d tell me the truth.”

“Well right now, it’s all I have.” I didn’t like the way simply telling the truth made me feel bare.

“I’ll tell you another truth. We want each other. And we’re spinning out about what that means. It doesn’t need to mean anything. I’m not going to ruin your life, and my life is already in ashes. But we can’t seem to stay away from each other. While we’re here, we stop fighting. It’s fucking exhausting.”

I swallowed hard. “I—I’ve never had a one-night stand before.”

“And that’s not what this is. Can you stay away from me? Or do you feel the pull right now?”

“I shifted on my feet and spoke the truth. “I feel it.”

“Good. Me too. Now, do you want to keep fighting, or do you want to give in?”

“I—” God, for once in my life how good would it feel to not worry about doing what was expected? “I want you.”

His gaze was molten lava on mine then he dropped the towel and shrugged so casually I nearly swooned.

Damn the man, using his sex appeal to cloud my thoughts.

I wasn’t thinking clearly as it was, and he wasn’t making it any easier.

He scratched his stomach, the motion making his arms flex and his pants ride just a little bit lower.

I could see the outline of the base of his cock, and my mouth watered.

Damn the man.

“You’re just going to stand there and present yourself like a peacock?” I asked, enjoying the way that his eyes narrowed just a bit at my tone.

“I think you could be doing something far better with your mouth than using it to sass me.”

“Sass? Is that what you call someone talking back to you?”

My heart fluttered in my chest. I was having too much fun. He helped me get my mind off everything else, and for that, I was grateful because it meant I could just live in the moment.

I needed to. I had never allowed myself that before. So for now, I would have fun. And when he had to walk away, I’d find a way to deal with it. After all, I’d done that already. Countless times when I’d been the one left behind.

I sauntered over to him, a smile on my lips and humor in my gaze as I slowly ran my fingers along the edge of his jeans.

His jaw tightened, and I heard the growl in his chest.

“You’re playing with fire, princess.”

“I think there’s something else you want me to be playing with.”

Then I went down on my knees in front of him.

“Jesus Christ, London.” His voice went raw. “You don’t have to do that.”

I only had to unzip his zipper very carefully and then tug his pants down slightly, and his cock sprang free into my hand.

He was long, hard, and thick. My fingers couldn’t even wrap around the base, and he groaned as I pumped