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“You’ve been doing research,” he says.
I grin. “You gave me a serious dressing-down when I first got here about not understanding the place.” I flush, shaking my head at my choice of words. “I mean a reprimand.”
Just a slip of the tongue. It doesn’t mean anything.
Right?
The Prince pounces, grinning. “I gave you a dressing-down, too. And I’d do it again.”
I shove my shoulder against him, turning my back to him to hide my blush. “I don’t believe you were the one to undress me. There was a doctor and a bodyguard there. One of them would have done it.”
The Prince leans in so his breath tickles the edge of my ear. “You have a mole just above your belly button.”
My eyes widen as I stare straight ahead. “You…”
“Right about here,” he says, letting his fingers drift over my stomach. Heat pools beneath his palm as my head spins. Wolfe chuckles, leaning into me. His smell is everywhere. Woodsy and spicy and so deliciously male. I inhale him, not wanting to step away. His chest is so broad against my back.
Why did I refuse him earlier, again? Why wouldn’t I tilt my chin up and let him kiss me?
“I’m attracted to you,” I say, staring at the wall.
“I know.”
Rolling my eyes, I turn my head and glance up at him. “But,” I start. “I don’t think acting on it is a good idea.”
“You said that.”
“You disagree?”
“Completely.”
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, watching Wolfe’s eyes darken. Amber pools of desire stare at me, tempting. Asking. Promising something good. His hand slides from my stomach down lower, resting just above my mound.
Yes, I want this. I want his hand to move lower still. To touch me. Feel how wet he makes me. Let me come apart in his arms before I have to leave this place again.
Would it really be that bad if I gave in to temptation?
I turn to face the Prince, letting my hands slide up his chest. Every bump of muscle sends shivers tumbling down my veins. His body is insane. My hands wrap around the nape of his neck, twisting into the dark locks of hair that curl at the ends. His hair feels silky as my head spins.
“If we sleep together, it means nothing,” I say.
The Prince’s lips tug into a wicked grin. “Are you telling me, or yourself?”
“You,” I say, sounding more confident than I feel. “If we act on this…whatever this is between us, it has to stay here.”
“Anything you want, princess. So long as I get to have you.”
“You have to stop calling me princess.”
His hand sweeps over my jaw, tilting my face up to stare at his. With a flash of his eyes, he grins at me. “But that’s what you are. My princess.”
Oh, those words. Treacherous, beautiful words. Silly words that make my heart thump and my panties soak through.
Why do I care if he calls me his? Why does it stoke my fire if he tells me I belong to him?
The only way this works is if I walk away and there are truly no strings attached. One night of fun. One night of Wolfe. One night to feel like a princess in her prince’s arms.
As if he reads my mind, Wolfe tilts my head up and crushes his lips to mine. He kisses me breathless. Crashes into me, so I can feel the power coiled within him. His arms wrap around me and hold me to his strong chest, trapping me against him.
Not that I’d want to be anywhere else. My fingers twist in his hair. Tugging. Pulling. Eliciting delicious little groans from him that do nothing but make me burn hotter.
When his tongue slides between my lips, I know I’m done. He tastes like heaven and hell, all wrapped in one. Like good and evil in a tug of war with my heart. He tastes like I might regret this later when I’m nursing my broken heart—but it’s too sweet to pull away. When he whispers my name against my lips, I melt. His fingers sink into my flesh, clawing at my clothing and tugging it free so he can feel my skin.
My body is in overdrive. My veins are full of molten fire. I moan into his mouth, kissing him harder as his hands sweep over my back.
I’m in trouble. I’m in too deep. I’m definitely going to regret this later.
