The Princess in His Bed (8 page)

The problem was, she didn’t want to deny her desire. Every fiber of her being wanted him with shocking desperation. Wanted to tell him the truth on that score.

He dipped his dark head and brushed his mouth over the sensitive spot below her ear; a frisson of excitement quivered through her. “Last night, while you were lying in bed, did you think of me?” His warm breath caressed her ear.

She licked her lips, starved for his taste. “Yes . . .” she whispered.

“Did you imagine me in your bed with you?”

Her core clenched. “Yes.”

He nuzzled her neck. “Did you imagine my cock inside you, Aimee? Did you imagine me fucking you?”

He was trailing knee-weakening kisses down her neck. Briefly she closed her eyes, the sensations so decadent. She’d never had a conversation like this in her life. She would have been too embarrassed to tell Marc about any sexual thoughts she’d had, but with Adam the words slipped past her lips with ease. “
Yes . . .”

“I’m pleased to hear that.” She could hear the smile in his tone. “Last night, I thought about you, too. I thought about that perfect sweet sex of yours and how delicious that slick, snug heat would feel around my cock.” He pulled back, looked into her eyes, and slipped his fingers under her chin. He tilted it up, bringing her lips so temptingly close to his seductive mouth. “It seems we are of like mind,” he murmured, then swooped in for a kiss, his tongue possessing her mouth immediately. She all but swooned. The intensity of his kiss was inebriating.

She wanted to touch him so strongly—but hesitated. This man was far too devastating on her famished senses. He had the uncanny ability to arouse her to a feverish pitch and had her saying and doing things she’d never said or done before. Last eve he’d driven her so wild, she’d allowed him to have shocking liberties and in a public place—the palace gardens surrounded by the King’s court. Everyone knew her as a dutiful wife and at present a respectable widow. Yet in
his
arms, she was uninhibited and undone.

Aimee pressed her palms to the wall behind her back, but let the delicious fire emanating from Adam burn through her, unable to help herself.

By the time he broke the kiss, she was utterly breathless.

Desperate for more.

“Tell me, Aimee, are you here to give yourself to me?”

5

All right, perhaps it wasn’t the real reason Aimee had entered Adam’s chambers. But Lord knows she wanted to give herself to him. Again. The bud between her legs pulsed fiercely and her sex, soaked with her juices, ached to be filled. By Adam de Vey. She never thought she’d ever desire another man as much as she’d desired Marc.

She desired Adam more. With a reckless abandon she didn’t know she was capable of.

Why couldn’t she help her cousin
and
enjoy Adam’s sexual skills? The last few years had been devoid of joy, why deny herself some pleasure? This man knew how to give it in wicked abundance.

“Answer me,
chère
. Did you come here to give yourself to me?” His sinfully seductive eyes were locked with hers, waiting for her response.

“Yes” tripped off her tongue.

He smiled, clearly pleased by her response. “Open the front of your gown and offer me your nipples.”

Hot excitement melted down her spine. Everything he said to her was so deliciously carnal. It amazed her how much she liked it. Marc had never spoken to her like this in or out of the bedchamber.

Without another thought, her fingers flew to her bodice, opening the fastenings. Her nipples were so hard, she couldn’t stand having them confined any longer. Bracing his palms against the wall, he watched, patient yet hungry. She yanked at her clothing, pulled at her stays, her fingers fumbling a bit, until she reached her chemise. Grabbing its lace neckline, she pulled it down, revealing herself, and tucked the neckline under her breasts.

Her breathing sharp and shallow, she watched as he took her in. Her body so eager, it trembled with anticipation.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he breathed. She felt a quickening in her belly. His palms were still pressed to the wall. How she wanted his hands to be on her. “Tell me, Aimee, what is it you want me to do to these pretty pink nipples?”

Her head fell back against the wall. It was getting more and more difficult not to squirm and beg. “Whatever you want.”

The look in his eyes darkened immediately, almost as though a feral need rolled through him. Softly he swore. “I like your answer . . . very much.” He lowered his head. She braced herself for the thrill of his mouth.

He swirled his tongue around the sensitive tip of her breast. She squeezed her eyes shut, mentally willing him to take her into his mouth. He then sucked her nipple in, wet heat closing around her, tearing a cry from her throat. Her hips jerked forward, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him tightly against her.

He released her nipple in an instant. Gently grasping her wrists, he lowered her arms to her sides, the corner of his mouth lifting, giving her his usual seductive smile. “Your responses are delicious, Aimee. But I want you to stay just like that. Arms down. For now, the only touching I want is my mouth to your breast. I’ve waited so damned long to have you. I’m going to savor you.”

He dipped his head and sucked the sensitized nipple back into his hot mouth. A whimper shot up her throat. If she thought he was extraordinarily talented with his hands, he was even more so with his mouth. He had her digging her fingers into the wall, practically clawing at it as he lightly bit and laved and suckled her. Each perfect pull of his mouth made her clit throb.

Adam turned to her other breast and assailed it with the same sweet torment.

He loved it that she couldn’t stop the erotic rocking of her hips. That she couldn’t take her eyes off him, utterly enthralled as she watched his mouth on her breast. Her reactions were unrestrained and so sensual. She was even more luscious than he’d imagined.

This was far better than anything he’d imagined in his wildest dreams. Nothing compared to actually tasting and touching this woman. The very woman who’d invaded too many of his dreams and waking thoughts.

His heart pounded against his ribs.

He was really going to have Aimee de Miran. This was no dream. It was real.

His golden-eyed siren was before him and his for the taking.

The mere notion made his cock thicker and harder. Made the tip of his prick ooze. His sac was so full, it ached.

“Please . . . Adam . . .”

Jésus-Christ
. Every time she said his name, a jolt of lust shot through him.

Releasing her pebbled teat from his mouth, he pulled back to admire the pretty bud.

“Please what, Aimee?” He pinched her nipple, enjoying the sensuous mewl she made.

“I can’t . . . take any more.” She was visibly trembling against the wall.

“Tell me what you want. Let me hear it.” He’d waited forever for the words. For this moment. For her.

“I want . . . to kiss you . . . and . . . to touch you, Adam.”

That wasn’t exactly what he expected to hear, but then just about anything from her mouth sent him up in flames.
Dieu
, she was as endearing as she was arousing.

“Come here and do it, then,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

She pushed herself off the wall and stepped close. Her soft hands cupped his face and she pressed her warm mouth to his.

Adam parted his lips, a silent demand for her to slip her tongue inside his mouth. She complied in an instant, lavishing his tongue with soft swirling caresses, a kiss that was so tender it leveled him. At the height of passion, when the fire burned this hot, he hadn’t anticipated being at the receiving end of anything this gentle.

His groin tightened as did his heart.

He was suddenly flooded with soft emotions he didn’t ordinarily experience during sex.

Unsettled, he pulled her to him, her soft breasts colliding against his chest, intent on keeping this on familiar ground. The way he preferred it—sex that was raw and recreational. Without emotions involved. Love was for poets. He was a man of science. He was governed by logic. Reason. He wasn’t ruled by emotion. He didn’t fall in love. He fell in and out of lust.

A sultry sound escaped her. She slipped an arm around his neck while her other hand still cupped his cheek, and she began caressing the side of his face with the softest strokes.

He pushed her up against the wall and took charge of the kiss, his tongue possessing her mouth as his hands busied themselves with the fastenings on her clothing. Forget savoring. He was moving straight to fucking. He had to sate this unfed hunger—once and for all. To silence the maddening ways she made him feel.

His practiced hands discarded her clothing and had her quickly down to her chemise.

Removing the knee-length garment off her, he swept her up in his arms and, walking up to the bed, dropped her in the middle of it. She landed with her legs sprawled. Her breasts gave a luscious little jiggle.

Having stripped off her garments, all he’d left on her were her drawers. On her back, her pretty tits rising and falling with her rapid breaths, she watched him intently. Adam grabbed the ties at her waist, pulled them loose, and yanked the drawers off. His breath lodged in his throat.

She had mouthwatering curves, the softest-looking skin, and the most adorable belly he’d ever seen. She was beyond beautiful. She was perfection.

Better than any man had a right to.

“Spread your legs wider.” His impatience to have her showing in his tone. His words came out sharper than he intended.

His breaths dragging in and out of his lungs, he watched as she did what he asked. There, on the inside of her right thigh and on her left hip were the beauty marks he’d heard about.

They were even prettier than he’d pictured.

Adam tossed off his bath linen and sank his knees into the mattress between her opened thighs, his cock throbbing and eager. Her glistening sex now had his rapt attention. He’d intended on savoring that sweet sex until she came against his mouth, but he had to bury his cock inside her. Or lose his mind.

And yet, with urgency pounding in his veins, with his cock hard and heavy, he couldn’t resist a small sampling of her sex. Especially that edible little clit, so swollen with need. A delectable offering he simply couldn’t deny himself. He lowered his mouth onto the sensitive bud and gave it a light suck, sending her arching off the bed with a cry. With a soft teasing lick along her folds and over her clit, he straightened and was back to kneeling between those gorgeous legs. Her taste on his tongue spiked his hunger.

Heavily panting, she held his gaze.

“You’re delicious, Aimee. There will be more of that next time. Right now, I’m going to fuck you,” he said.

She sat up. Before he knew what she was about, her hand was clasped around the base of his shaft and she’d sucked the head of his cock into her hot wet mouth. A growl shot out of him, his eyes practically rolling back in his head as she milked a dollop of pre-come out of his prick and into her mouth. Slowly, she drew him back out, licked the tip and then her lips, leaving his cock throbbing harder, rioting for more.

Rising up onto her knees, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re delicious,” she whispered near his mouth. “There will be more of that next time. Right now, I want you to . . . to . . . fuck me, Adam.”

Merde
. If he could smile, he would. There weren’t a lot of women who could turn the tables on him. And in such a delicious way.

He should have known bright and beautiful Aimee would be different.

One simple suck from her mouth left him shaky.

She leaned in and Adam knew she was about to deliver another of her heart-stirring, mind-bending kisses.

He had her down on her back on the bed in an instant, his body covering hers, making her squeak in surprise. Staring into her eyes, he took her wrists and slowly raised her arms above her head, pinning them there. Her eyes widened, but she did not fight him.

“I’m not going to be gentle,” he warned, his knees spreading her legs wide. He had six years of pent-up hunger to purge.

She shivered. “I don’t care.”

“I’m going to take you fast and hard. Then, I’m going to have you again and ride you slow and deep.” He brushed his mouth along her jaw and down her throat. She was so silky soft everywhere. Having her naked and against him was indescribable bliss. Still holding her wrists pinned to the mattress, he said. “You’re going to come for me all afternoon and night.”

She was panting and squirming, impatient, but his body held her relatively still. “Yes. I want that . . . I want . . .
Oh!
”

He firmly jabbed his engorged prick against her opening, intentionally making her gasp. “What do you want, Aimee?” The urge to drive his cock into her wet heat was near overwhelming.