Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
She blushed, shaking her head. “No.”
“Well, got another way out? A secret passage? Something like that?”
She frowned. “Uh, no?”
“Well,” I shrugged, grinning at her as I tossed my jacket away and started to yank my t-shirt back off.
“Then I’m spending the night.”
Her eyes went wide and her face blushed crimson. “What? No, no way!” she sputtered. “You— You can’t just—”
“Yes, I can.”
I undid my belt, dropping my jeans and kicking them and my boxers away as I strolled past her back to the bed, naked.
“Cole, if anyone—”
“Hey, Princess?” I interrupted, sliding into her bed and patting the sheets next to me. “Come to bed, wife.”
Chapter 8
Faith
I’d started that day mad at myself for having filthy thoughts about Prince Cole — for giving in to the wicked desires when I knew how bad his reputation was. I wasn’t very experienced, but I wasn’t naive. I knew what a man like Cole was looking for, and earlier in the day — married or not — I’d been firm with myself that I was not going to be the girl to give it to him.
…Yeah, so much for that idea.
Call it giving in, or caving to temptation. Maybe call it weakness, because maybe that’s what it was. Maybe with him, I was weak. Or maybe it was that I just didn’t want to resist him.
Maybe giving in felt way too good.
But then, maybe it was because deep down, I didn’t think he was just some man-whore of a prince after one thing and only one thing. Maybe deep down, I’d seen more to him that night in Paris. I’d seen the thing that had lit a spark in me — that little something in him that just clicked with me and made me feel more alive than I ever had before.
And all it’d taken was him waltzing into my room at the very worst — or maybe very best — possible moment for that all to come crashing to a head. His lips on mine, and his hands on me had set me on fire. And his mouth on me — my God, that had sent me reeling. That’d been a feeling like nothing I’d ever felt before.
And now I just wanted more. I wanted all of it — like a forbidden fruit I’d gotten one taste of and then craved forever after. I didn’t even know what’d come over me, but with him, I just wanted to be free of any of my past prudishness. I wanted to let go and be free. I’d felt like I was possessed by some sort of sex demon when I’d pushed him over and lowered my mouth down onto his big cock — the feel of him filling my mouth like some sort of drug exploding through my body.
So now here we were. The man I’d sworn to have nothing to do with was now naked, in my bed, spending the night. Getting caught like this would mean a world of trouble. Finding out we were actually married? Well, I was only half kidding about my father coming after Cole’s head. Literally.
But then, I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to say no, because a dark, deep part of me wanted him there. I wanted to push away those ridiculous claims I’d made about “never giving in.” Instead, I wanted to feel the heat of those big arms around me, and his muscled body pressed tight to mine.
…Which is exactly what I felt when I woke up.
It was dark still, and when I squinted at the clock on the table next to my bed, I saw that it was three in the morning. Heat teased through me, and I bit my lip, feeling the power and comfort and safety of his muscled arms wrapped around me. I was tight to his body, molded against him, and I could feel the heat of him blooming against my bare skin.
But then, that’s not all I felt.
He was so hard, and I could feel that thick, gorgeous, tantalizing cock of his pulsing against my ass. It was angled up, sandwiched between our bodies, and I shivered as I felt the throbbing heat of it, nestled in the cleft of my ass. I bit my lip, blushing furiously and feeling the tingle of arousal tease through my body. I shifted slightly, and I could already feel the warm, wet heat blooming between my legs.
I wanted him. I mean I really wanted him.
Panting quietly, lying there so still in his sleeping arms, I reached back. My fingers slid over my own hip, moving down over the curve of my ass until suddenly, I felt him. My fingers brushed against his hot, thick erection, and instantly, I could feel my pussy getting wetter. I ran a finger up and down his shaft, and when it twitched against me, I moaned quietly.