later
she dropped the chain and whirled around. Her eyes widened when she saw him.
“Jarrod.”
He couldn’t say a word. Her beauty took his breath away.
He’d forgotten how tiny she was. So pale and delicate. He wanted his hands on
her so much it hurt. He wanted to stroke that smooth skin. Squeeze those round
breasts. Slap that tempting ass.
As he stood frozen in place, she approached slowly, her hips
swaying, her breasts gently bouncing with each step. She circled around him,
close enough that he could feel the heat of her body, catch the scent of her
skin. When she stopped in front of him, she was so near, her nipples almost
touched his chest. He had to force himself not to reach out and pull her
against him.
“I didn’t know I’d see you tonight,” she said softly.
He shrugged. He wasn’t going to tell her that he wasn’t
supposed to be here. That thoughts of her were driving him crazy. That the last
thing she needed was him to be in here, causing trouble for both of them.
“You’re not supposed to touch me, are you?” she asked, her
voice strangely smooth, almost seductive.
He swallowed and shook his head. Leave it to her to get to
the heart of the matter in an instant.
“But you want to touch me, don’t you?” A small smile lifted
her lips. He found he liked to see her smile. “You want to put your hands on
me. Your mouth on me.”
He didn’t bother to reply.
She ran her finger along the edge of his tattoo and he
jerked in surprise. “You’re not allowed to touch me because I belong to someone
else.” She took a deep breath and her hard, beaded nipples brushed his bare
chest. He nearly groaned, simply from the small contact. “Because I’m the
king’s property.”
“Yes, you are.”
“But you touched me last night. Even though you knew it was
forbidden.”
Jarrod frowned. What did she want him to say? Was she going
to report him? Sign his death warrant?
“What? Do you want me to apologize?” he asked with a sneer.
She looked up at him through lowered lashes. “No. But when
you touched me last night, you gave me pleasure, but didn’t take any for
yourself.”
“Don’t be so sure about that.”
“I hope it gave you pleasure.” She took a step back and
lifted her arms gracefully to the sides. The position she took was the same as when
she’d been chained. “Are you going to touch me now?”
He let his gaze run hungrily over her body. Her rosy nipples
were pebbled and he longed to know their taste. The curls between her legs
glistened slightly. Was the princess as aroused as he was? His cock lunged
against his pants, straining to get to the hot wet center of her. “No,” he
said, his voice rough. “I’m not going to touch you again.”
“Why not? You did it before.”
Because if he touched her again, he wouldn’t want to stop.
Because if he touched her again, he wouldn’t want to let her go. “Because you
belong to the King of Noria. You are his sex slave.”
She nodded slowly and lowered her arms. “What if I was
yours?”
His lust must be affecting his brain. Her words confused
him, tempted him more than her luscious body. “What?”
She ran her tongue over her lips, leaving them shiny. “How
would you touch me?” She ran her hands down the sides of her body. “What would
you do to me?”
“Princess, I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Her wide eyes sparkled. “Of course you do. If I was your sex
slave, what would you do to this body?”
He stood there like a fool, frozen in place. His heart
pounded. His cock ached. His mind raced with all the things he’d like to do to
that delectable body. Dark desires rose to the surface. He’d tie her up with
Norian rope, soft but extremely strong. Gag her so she couldn’t use the power
of her seductive words to tempt him. Enjoy her body until he was emptied of
this irrational need for her.
But he couldn’t force any words through his dry mouth.
The princess gathered her breasts into her hands