He stopped with his hand on the doorframe. “You got condoms?”
“No, that’s your department, Wyatt.” She rolled her eyes.
“Ah, I might take a bit longer then.” He winked then was gone from view.
A juddering breath left her body. Stepping forward, she wiped the mirror and stared at her reflection. Pink-cheeked, dripping hair, and slightly puffy eyes rimmed with black-streaked kohl, she barely recognized herself.
The door to the motel room slammed shut.
“What are you doing?” she muttered. “He’s a smartass biker who’ll break your heart … again.”
But will he?
Wyatt looked at her in a way no other man ever had. He pushed her boundaries too. Pushing in good and bad ways. And he held her so tenderly, so close, his arms somehow melting all her worries away.
He was different, she knew he was.
Reaching for her eye makeup remover, she set to fixing her face. After that, she dragged a brush through her hair, scraping it back, then found a fresh bra and panties. Her robe was black and silky, dotted with little pink roses. She pulled it on and fastened the belt.
After rummaging for her book,The Prince’s Prerogative, she settled onto the bed and crossed her ankles. Now where was she?
The prince removed his golden bejeweled crown and set it on the table. His new bride was delectable. He’d wager she’d taste better than any of the morsels served at their wedding breakfast just hours ago.
“What would you like me to do, Your Highness?” she asked with a quiver in her voice. Her breasts pressed up against her laced white gown.
“I will not instruct you with words. You will know from my body what you must do.” He undid his cravat then started on the buttons of his shirt. His cock was hardening by the second. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. “It will be instinctive, my love.”
From the moment he’d seen Charlotte of Fairdale Manor, James had known she was the one. She was not only beautiful and a virgin, but also strong-minded and sure of herself. A rarity, yet, as it turned out, a trait he was very attracted to. He wanted her to think highly of him, come to love him for who he was as a person not just the king he was destined to be.
She swiped her tongue over her lips, dampening them.
He held in a groan. His heart was swollen with love for his new wife, but his cock was even more so. He had to get inside her, show her with his body how much he loved her, how he would spend the rest of his mortal life bringing her joy.
“My prince,” she whispered as he walked to the bed. “I fear I will disappoint you. I do not know the ways of the flesh.”
“You could never disappoint me.” He undid his pants and pushed them down to his thighs, revealing his erection.
Her mouth formed a perfect circle as she stared at it. “Oh!”
“You can see,” he said, taking his cock into his fist. “That already you please me very much.”
“Yes … yes, my prince.”
“Call me James when we are in the bedchamber. That is my name.”
She nodded and watched as he stroked his shaft from root to tip. With her wide eyes and rouged cheeks, he was sure there had never been a more beautiful woman. And he was surely the luckiest man on Earth.
“Remove your gown,” he said, his heart rate picking up. “So I can show you how special you are to me. How proud I am to be able to call you my princess today, and one day my queen.”
She nodded and tugged at the small bow holding her gown over her breasts. As it loosened, her pale flesh was tantalizingly revealed, slowly, so slowly, until eventually, her small pale nipples came into view.
The prince stooped and discarded his pants. Naked now, he climbed onto the bed beside her. “You are so perfect,” he whispered against her lips. “I will never let anyone change that. My sword will always be at your service.”
“You are also perfect,” she said quietly. “And I want to make you happy, make you proud.”
“You already do. Now lie back so I can make love to you, and show you with my body my commitment to you.”
“And we will have babies?”