"Especially to someone who makes her living in front of the camera." Her hands restively kneaded his chest, like an agitated cat.
But he did not want Blythe worried.
"Even if my brother was the person asking, I could not answer."
"Oh. Really." She sat up and looked down at him, her brown gaze filled with curiosity. "But he's your king."
"And my unit is currently deployed under orders from an ally country's military."
"Still, you're a prince. There shouldn't be secrets between you and your king."
"My king would never ask that question," Tor pointed out gently.
Blythe frowned. "He should. Three months without word. I'm sure King Holger was really worried."
"He did not sound particularly concerned when I spoke to him."
"You called him? When?"
"After I called you." Tor let that truth about his priorities sink into his friend with benefits.
"After, but…I can't pretend I'm upset you called me first. I was climbing the walls."
Did she have any idea how revealing her words were?
"Now you can climb me."
She rolled her eyes. "Very funny."
"I am not joking. I can think of nothing I would like better."
Blythe cast her gaze toward his sex, her eyes flaring with surprise at his renewed erection. "But we just finished."
"Has it been so long you do not remember how frequently we make love, given the opportunity?" He surged up to steal the answer right from her lips as he pulled her flush against his body, her breasts pressing delightfully into his chest.
He slid his hand between her legs, caressing her wet heat, building her pleasure back up until she was the one pushing him on his back to climb on top of him just like he wanted.
The beautiful column of her neck stretched as she let her head fall back and rocked her body at a leisurely pace, keeping them both on the edge of climax.
He touched her all over, every bit of silky skin he could reach, remapping his woman's body and storing sensations for memories to pull out when he was thousands of miles away from her again.
Her luscious breasts drew him like a beacon and he slid both hands up to cup her generous curves, rubbing his thumbs over the engorged tips.
Blythe moaned, increasing her pace. "You know just how to touch me."
"If I have not learned after all this time, I would be ashamed to admit it."
"You knew from the beginning," she told him without hesitation.
The words stroked his ego almost as nicely as her body stroked his.
Wanting to see her come apart, he reached out and grabbed one of her wrists, guiding her hand to where their bodies met.
"Touch yourself." His voice was husky with need and she had to hear it.
Whether it was that, or just because she wanted to, Blythe obeyed and slid a single finger down to press against her clitoris.
They both groaned and shuddered, their bodies moving faster against each other.