I press my lips together. “My brothers made a similar point.”
“But you didn’t want to listen to them?”
“No, I didn’t. But they’re not nearly as pretty as you are.”
A tentative smile lifts her mouth. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I murmur, bringing my face closer to hers. “They don’t kiss as well, either.”
“Liar, you’ve never kissed your brothers.”
“Well, not on the mouth,” I whisper, and then I kiss her. Because she gets me. And she’s got me, right by the heart, and I don’t want her to go.
I want her to stay here with me. I want to get to know the real Sabrina and fall in love with her all over again.
I shift, lying back on the sleeping bag and drawing her on top of me, running my hands up and down her curves while she continues to shiver until it becomes clear there’s only one way to solve this problem. “We’ve got to get you out of these wet clothes, or you’re never going to warm up,” I say, reaching for the tie at the bottom of her corset.
“Prince Andrew, are you trying to get me naked?” she murmurs, pressing closer to my chest, making it easier to reach the ties, but so much harder to concentrate. Her breasts spill over the top of her shirt, so close to my lips I can’t resist the urge to lean down, trailing kisses across her sinfully soft skin.
“I am, Princess Sabrina,” I murmur between kisses. “And to take further advantage of you in your fragile emotional state.”
“I’m not fragile. But I would love for this to be more than a one-night stand.”
I guide her corset up and over her head, tossing it away before reaching for the buttons on her linen undershirt. I stare up at her face, watching her watch me and wondering if I’m ever going to get tired of seeing her eyes go dark with wanting me.
“You know what I’d like?” I ask. “I’d like for the two of us to pack our bags and go away for a while. I have a feeling that after four or six days on the beach, I’ll forget why I was ever angry with you.”
Hope flickers in her eyes, lighting her up from the inside. “Really?”
I guide her shirt apart, baring her breasts, which are even more beautiful now than they were spilling out of the top of her corset in the woods. I cup her in both hands, dragging my thumbs back and forth across her nipples, loving the way she shivers in response and rocks her hips closer to mine. “Really, but I need you to promise me—no more lies. I want the truth from you. Even if you think it’s going to piss me off.”
“I’m not afraid of pissing you off,” she says, her next breath emerging as a moan. “But I am afraid of losing you. And that you’re going to stop touching me like this.”
“I’m never going to stop touching you,” I promise as I pull her closer, guiding her breast to my mouth. “Not ever.” I kiss and suck and tease her oh-so-responsive nipples until she’s writhing on top of me, making sexy, hungry sounds in the back of her throat, and then I make quick work of the rest of her clothes.
Skirt and stockings and panties go flying as she tears at the buttons on my shirt and drags down the zipper on my fly, her cool hand diving inside my pants. I suck in a breath as her freezing fingers curl around my cock, but it isn’t long before my burning skin has warmed hers right up.
But there’s somewhere even warmer than her hand that I’m dying to be.
I roll on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. “I want you so much.”
“Then take me,” she says, arching her hips, trapping my cock between her slick heat and my belly.
“Condom, saddlebag,” I groan as I press tighter against her, dying to be inside her more than I can remember wanting anything, ever, even out of the damned engagement with her sister.
“I told you, I’m the pill.” She kisses me with the words, her arms winding around my neck as her legs wrap around my hips, shifting our position until my cock presses against her entrance and I’m two seconds away from losing control. “And I’m clean.”
“Me, too, but are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Don’t leave me,” she says, lifting her hips, taking the tip of me into the paradise between her legs. “Don’t ever leave.”
With a groan of surrender, I sink home, burying myself deep. And she is tight and hot and so fucking perfect, but it isn’t the physical sensations that make my breath catch and my eyes sting. It’s how good it feels to be this close to her, this woman who is quickly becoming one of my best friends, the person I want to talk to first thing in the morning and last thing at night.