Convenient Bride For The King

‘Right. Good. So.’ She didn’t move. Instead she sipped at her drink for courage, only she sipped a little too deeply and almost choked on the fire in her throat.

To his credit, he let her flounder for a full minute before breaking the silence. ‘Put the drink down and come closer. It’s hard to touch and kiss someone from such a distance.’

Distance. Yes. Was she really going to do this?

‘What do you have to lose?’ he murmured, and the answer was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

She set her drink next to his little ring box and his empty glass and turned her back on them. She crossed to the sofa he’d claimed as his own and sank to her knees between his wide open legs, pleased when his breath faltered and his lashes fluttered closed. Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous? He wasn’t the virgin here and, frankly, she was nervous enough for both of them.

She didn’t even know where to look. At his shoes? The subtle sheen of his very expensive suit? His legs to either side of her? Anywhere but the not so subtle bulge in his pants. Then there was the not so small matter of where to put her hands. On his shoulders? His waist? Where? He looked altogether unsettled. ‘Is this okay?’

He ran a hand over his face. ‘Yes. Continue.’

Yes. Continue. Let’s just seduce the playboy king with her untried self because of course he’d find her tentative floundering attractive. ‘I don’t—’

‘Touch me.’

‘Where?’

‘Anywhere.’

‘I thought you were supposed to be patient.’

‘I am patient. I have the patience of a saint.’

‘Hardly.’ She put her hand on his leg, just above the knee, and felt his muscles shift. Even through the fine fabric of his suit she could feel the warmth of him. Cautiously, she circled her thumb over the inseam and slid her hand an inch or so up his leg. She’d never been this close to a man before. She’d never been invited to touch and explore.

He felt good.

She placed her other hand above his other knee and braced herself as she leaned forward, stopping just before her lips hit the juncture between skin and the snowy white collar of his shirt. She closed her eyes and let her other senses take hold. ‘You smell good,’ she murmured. ‘What is it?’

‘Soap,’ he rasped, his hands now clawing at the velvet upholstery before he deliberately let out a ragged breath, tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

She drew away slightly to study his face, the frown between his eyes and rigid cord of his neck. ‘Did you close your eyes so you can pretend I’m someone else?’

He opened his eyes specifically to glare at her. ‘I swear on my mother’s grave, Moriana, you’re the most infuriating woman I know. I’m thinking of you. Get used to it.’

She could get very used to it. She moved her hands up his thighs until her fingers brushed the crease where hips met legs, her eyes widening as he gave a tiny rolling grind of his hips in response. ‘You seem very...ah...responsive.’

‘Yes.’ A harsh rumble of a word, nothing more.

‘Are you always like this?’

He had no answer for her.

She rolled her fingers, he rolled his hips, and that proved a powerful incentive to become even bolder in her exploration. It hadn’t escaped her notice that Theo’s eyes being closed allowed her to look wherever she wanted to look without being caught. He’d never know. And if he didn’t know, how could he possibly reproach her for it?

She looked to his crotch, fascinated by the size and shape of him beneath the fine cloth. She flexed her fingers and dug into firm flesh, just a little, just below where she truly ached to touch, and he sucked in a breath but kept his eyes closed.

‘Touch wherever you want,’ he whispered harshly. ‘I’m not going to judge.’

She traced her hands over his hips to his waist, up and over his powerful chest and the lines of his neck, she looked her fill until she reached his lips. He was biting his lower one and she didn’t want that, so she touched her fingers to the spot and smoothed out the crush. His chest heaved and a broken sound escaped his lips as he turned his face towards her touch, eyes still closed, and he was beautiful in his abandon.

Was this sex? This utter acquiescence to someone else’s touch?

She cradled his jaw and felt the prickles from invisible whiskers against her palm. She dragged her thumb across the seam of his lips, inordinately pleased when he parted them for her. She wanted to kiss him and keep touching him in equal measure and didn’t know if she had the co-ordination for both.

She started with her lips to the underside of his jaw, close to his ear. It seemed safer than starting with a kiss to his lips and if she dragged her lips across his skin it would hardly count as a kiss at all, merely a warm-up.

‘That wasn’t a kiss,’ she murmured against his skin. ‘I’m working my way up to your lips.’

His tongue against her thumb was her only reply so she kept right on exploring, opening her own mouth and employing her tongue to learn the taste of his skin and find the pulse point in his neck, there, right there, fast and strong, and she sucked, just a little, and he groaned and the world burned that little bit hotter because of it.

She went up and over the cleft of his jaw, emboldened, but that wasn’t her only area of exploration. She was working on two fronts here as she traced the long, thick length of his erection with unsteady, barely-there fingers. She let her fingertips dance lightly over the crown and finally, finally pressed her lips against his.

One kiss, just one, because this was Theo and she believed him when he said he wouldn’t judge her, and that if she didn’t like it he would leave. She felt strangely safe with him.

She wanted to make the most of the opportunity he was offering.

His lips were warm and softer than she would have believed possible. He didn’t invade; he let her take her time and adjust the pressure to her liking before moving forward. The tiniest tilt of her head allowed for a better fit overall. The lessening of pressure allowed her to tentatively touch her tongue to his upper lip, and the taste, oh, it was deep and dark and hinted of Scotch and flavours she wanted more of. Further exploration with her tongue was followed by the shifting of his body beneath her hand so that she cupped him more firmly, and maybe she was supposed to stroke and kiss and breathe all at once, and she probably could if the heat coursing through her body wasn’t quite so overwhelming.