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“Of course, I care about you.”
“Yes. And you love me.”
That shit-eating grin is going to kill me.
“Alright, fine, I love you.”
Sigurd’s entire body seems to shift from tight to loose. “Yeah, you do.”
“Cocky much?” I ask, leaning to the side and nudging his shoulder.
“All the time, baby.”
I yip in surprise as he pulls me onto his lap, his hands traveling under the hem of my shirt.
The sun is setting, and the sunny day is cooling down. I can see in his eyes he’s got something on his mind, and it’s not dinner.
His big hand spreads out, and his palm flattens across the small of my back as we kiss.
“Hey,” he says. “I’ve never been skinny-dipping before. You want to?”
I chuckle. “Sure, but what I do is not called skinny-dipping. It’s more like pudgy dunking.”
“Even better,” he says. “Now, get your clothes off and get in the water.”
We still need to finish this difficult conversation.
But playing with Sigurd in the water is a whole different experience, and a welcome distraction. I can wrap my arms and legs around this man without thinking about how I might hurt his back.
His hands slide over my bare back, over my shoulders, and down to my ass. “Damn, you feel good, woman.”
“I like this. You don’t have to bend down to kiss me.”
His hands squeeze my bottom. “You think I mind bending down to kiss you? Let’s get something straight because we are gonna be kissing each other every day for the rest of our lives. I like kissing you. No, I love kissing you, and it’s not that much of a height difference. I’ll reach for you no matter what. I’m a moth and you’re my flame, little girl.”
No one has ever called me little, and no one ever would, except Sigurd, the Viking prince.
With my legs wrapped around his middle, the tip of his cock presses against the soft flesh of my under-thigh. He’s hard and hot.
“What are you thinking about, Your Highness?”
Sigurd grits out, “I’m thinking about putting it in your ass.”
My body heats from my scalp to my toes just thinking about that.
“Oh.”
“Does that freak you out?”
I chuckle, “No. It freaks me out less than birthing a baby out of wedlock to excuse you from being crowned king.”
It’s true; I am a little freaked out at bringing a baby into the world for the wrong reasons. I’m warming to the idea of having a life, building a home, and making babies with Sigurd, though.
Still, I have to parse out my motivations here. I like him so much. Do I love him? I think I do.
Would I marry him? I can see myself marrying him.
But…I need time. Whether or not he’s to be king, marrying into a royal family is a huge deal. Simply being the girlfriend of a royal is equal to being engaged in the eyes of the royal-obsessed public.
