“Come with me and find out,” she taunted, before sliding out of her seat and away from him.
She didn’t have to turn around to know he followed her. She could feel him right behind her.
The bed took up most of the small room, but it was made up with luxurious silk coverlet and sheets and piled high with pillows all the colors of the royal house. The silk duvet cover had the royal house coat of arms embroidered in the center.
An impressionist painting of the palace in Mirrus hung on the wall opposite the bed. Soft cove lighting loaned the room a romantic air, though she was sure it had been designed the way it had to encourage peaceful slumber.
The room was so clearly meant to impress and remind the occupant of the connection to the royal house.
But Jenna loved the colors and the lighting, and it just added to her sense of anticipation for what was to come.
She turned to face Dimitri. “It’s so regal in here, but I don’t feel like I don’t belong.”
“I am very glad to hear that.” He shrugged out of his suit jacket and hung it up.
“Oh, very fastidious of you, Your Highness.”
“Now, if you always used that tone when you call me that, it would never bother me.” He tugged his tie loose. “I’m not sloppy by nature, you may have noticed, and in a room this small, there simply is no place for haphazardly discarded clothing.”
“Why do I find it charming you think about stuff like that? I should be offended you’re more worried about the aesthetics of the room than you are about getting naked with me.”
“Perhaps because you know with certainty that there isnothingshort of family or country emergency that takes precedence over that with me.”
“You know? I believe you.”
He continued undressing but gave her a heated look.
Jenna took that as her cue to get rid of her own clothes. Following his example, she hung them up in the closet. She was reaching around her back to unhook her bra when she felt hands there, helping her.
“Your skin is so soft, silky and warm.” His hands brushed over her back.
Shivers cascaded down her spine, her body shaking with desire so strong, her knees wanted to give way.
He reached around and cupped both her breasts as she pulled her bra away and let it drop. Uncluttered floors not making it on her list of priorities in the moment.
He brushed over her nipples, awakening pleasure with the first touch. After their lovemaking the night before and that morning, Jenna’s skin was super sensitized. Her nipples beaded with pleasure that bordered on pain. Atavistic anticipation sent throbbing warmth between her legs.
Dimitri pressed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, gently squeezing and releasing before rolling them.
Every tiny touch sent ecstasy shooting to her very core, and Jenna was ready for him before they even lay down on the bed. He hadn’t even touched her clitoris, but Jenna knew climax was imminent.
He seemed to know too, because Dimitri pulled her to the bed, laying her down before disappearing between her legs, his mouth working sensual magic that had her crying out in seconds.
She’d had three orgasms by the time he came inside her, his shout triumphant.
She couldn’t even begrudge him that victorious sound. He’d conquered her body like an invading army intent on building up rather than destroying.
Wrecked, Jenna snuggled into Dima like she never did with men in her bed and slipped once again into slumber without a second thought.
Dima’s penthouse apartment was all modern and sleek. That did not surprise Jenna.
How at home she felt in it did.
“Your artwork is amazing.” The paintings on the wall were not anonymous prints, but carefully chosen pieces that reflected both his taste and the aesthetic of the apartment.
One was by an artist Jenna knew only put out two to three pieces a year, all of which sold for at least a high six figures. She knew that because the artist was one of her favorites and entirely out of her price range.
“I didn’t realize you were an art collector,” Jenna said, doing nothing to hide her admiration for the beautiful pieces that graced his walls.