my lower lip. I growl. Her tongue swipes over mine, and my cock throbs against her. Another soft moan slips through her lips, and I swallow it whole.
Nipping at her bottom lip, I kiss her harder. I want more. I want it all. My hand slides farther up her thigh as she hooks her arm around my neck. Her moans are driving me wild. Sitting across me sideways, she grinds her hips against my hardened cock and the movement is almost too much to bear.
But when I slide my hand higher—high enough to know that she’s not wearing panties—Ivy pulls back. Her chest heaves as she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand.
She sucks in a trembling breath and shakes her head. “We should stop.”
“Why?”
Frowning, she turns her head to look at me. “Well, for one, you’re promised to my sister.”
“I’m not promised to anyone.” I catch her hand in mine, laying a soft kiss on the sensitive skin on the underside of her wrist. Ivy closes her eyes for a moment as a trembling breath slips through her lips. Her ass grinds against me, and I throb.
“Please, Your Highness…”
“Luca.”
Ivy’s eyes open, both colors shining bright as she stares at me.
I nod. “I want you to call me Luca.”
“Luca,” she whispers.
Ivy sucks her lush bottom lip between her teeth, and my cock strains against my pants. Does she know how sweet and innocent and completely fuckable she looks right now?
Slowly, softly, I run my thumb over her thighs. I close my eyes for a moment, imagining what it would be like to lay her down and spread those thighs apart. How she would taste. How she would moan. How she would come.
Ivy leans against my chest, swinging her legs over onto the bed so she’s laying on top of me. Her back is against my chest, her ass still pressed firmly into my crotch.
Every tiny movement she makes sends electric sparks coursing through my veins.
The air is heavy between us. The yacht sways gently from side to side, and I wrap my arms around Ivy’s body. Her head nestles in beside my neck, her body molding perfectly against mine.
“Your Highness…” she whispers, closing her eyes for a moment. “Luca.”
“Tell me, Poison.” I pull her closer as my heart thumps. Leaning back against the headboard with Ivy on top of me is the best place I could ever be.
17
Ivy
I feel dizzy.
I thought I’d kissed guys before. I thought I knew what it was like to feel turned on.
I was wrong.
The Prince’s touch is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. His hands are warm, strong, and they send and electric current jumping through my veins. My breath hitches, and I run my fingers up his forearms. Prince Luca’s skin is an art canvas, and I focus on the tattooed designs to try to calm my racing mind.
With his arms wrapped around my waist, I lean my back against his chest and let out a sigh.
Am I doing this right now? Am I going to let the Prince be my first?
I can’t. I’m not ready.
Yet, when Prince Luca’s fingers slide down to my thighs, all I want to do is spread them for him. His whole body is cradling mine.
My mind screams at me: Stop! He’s supposed to be dating your sister.
My body doesn’t listen. Still leaning against his chest, I reach down to the terrycloth bathrobe ties. Slowly, shyly, I pull them apart.
The Prince’s heart thumps against my back. His hardness digs into my ass, and I grind myself into him almost involuntarily.
When I pull the lapels of the bathrobe open, letting it fall to the side, the Prince lets out a groan.
“You’re gorgeous,” he breathes, sliding his hands over my stomach. The tips of his fingers sweep up to touch the crease between my breasts and my ribcage, and heat sparks between my thighs.
The Prince’s touch is gentle, yet strong. His fingers sweep over my breast, teasing my pebbled nipples as he exhales deeply. When he tweaks my nipples between his fingers, a zing of heat flashes through my body.
A rumble passes through his chest and I melt against him, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on my body.
It’s screaming for him. Every nerve ending in my body cries out for his hands, his mouth, his cock. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
The ache.
The need.
The lust.
I gasp when the Prince pinches my hard nipples between his fingers. Palming my breasts, he wraps his strong arms around