Page 77 of That Prince is Mine
“‘Okay’ might be an overstatement.” He wiped a weary hand down his face. “But yes. Everything is fine. For now.”
“I could leave if you need more time to work.” Emma tried to pull away, but Michel tightened his arm around her shoulders.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Michel tipped her chin up, and she shivered at the heat in his eyes. “I think we were in the middle of something very important before we were so rudely interrupted.”
“Were we? I’m not sure if I remember…” She dragged a finger down the front of his shirt. “You’re going to have to remind me.”
Michel arched an eyebrow and leaned toward her. She licked her lips in anticipation, but he shifted at the last minute and kissed a trail down her jawline. Her gasp of indignation quickly morphed into a hiss when he lightly scraped his teeth on the tender skin of her neck.
“Do you remember now?” His low voice rumbled deep in his chest and vibrated against her body.
She shivered and wiggled in her seat but said, “You’re going to have to try harder than that.”
Despite her taunt, Michel didn’t quicken his pace. He languidly drew his lips back up the length of her neck and licked a spot right behind her earlobe. She moaned and clenched her thighs together.
“Are you absolutely sure you don’t recall?” He slid his hand up her torso and cupped her breast over her shirt, his thumb grazing the hardened peak. “Because I get the sense that you do.”
“Vaguely,” she breathed, burying her fingers in his hair to drag his mouth to hers. “Tell me if I’ve got it right.”
She crushed her lips against his, demanding entry. He opened up with a guttural growl. Without hesitation, she plunged her tongue into the heat of his mouth. When his tongue tangled with hers, hungry and wild, she climbed onto his lap.
“So?” She bit his bottom lip, then let go to allow him to speak.
“You got it spot-on.” His words sounded muffled because she was busy licking away the sting of her bite.
“I’m so pleased.” She shifted on his lap to straddle him. “Do I get a reward?”
He pivoted his hips off the sofa, digging his hardness against her center. “Oh, I think you should get multiple.”
Her first reward came deliriously fast as she shamelessly ground herself against him, both of them still fully dressed. Her second reward came with his beautiful golden head between her thighs. Her third reward undid her with him deep inside her, perfect and whole. And they didn’t even leave the living room sofa.
“I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?” she said as she lay draped over Michel, his hand running up and down her bare back. “I got distracted at the end.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“I don’t know how Antoine managed to snag a front-row seat and a VIP pass to a concert that sold out a year ago.” Gabriel raised his water bottle in a mock toast. “But I don’t care as long as the brat is appeased.”
“Hear, hear.” Michel clinked his mug against his cousin’s bottle. “And Marion kept her end of the bargain beautifully.”
Thank God for that. If Aunt Celine had come to Los Angeles, his time here might have been cut short. That would have been a disaster. If he asked Emma to come to Rouleme with him right now, he would surely scare her off.
He had yet to confess his love to Emma, but he showed her how much he loved her every moment they spent together. He would give her the words as soon as he figured out how to prove to her that they were perfect for each other despite—perhaps even because of—their differences and that his love for her would never change. Once he convinced her, she had to come to Rouleme with him, wouldn’t she? He only wished he had more than one month to win her over.
“The thought of my mother in LA…” Gabriel gave an exaggerated shiver.
“Is Marion stopping by Los Angeles?” His personal assistant extraordinaire had mentioned that the concert was in San Francisco.
“Next Sunday.” Gabriel tried for a grimace, but he couldn’t hide his excitement at the prospect of seeing his baby sister. “She wanted to helicopter down Saturday night, but I put my foot down.”
“You mean you begged,” Michel said with a smirk.
“We can’t have her drawing unnecessary attention to herself like that,” Gabriel continued as though he hadn’t spoken.
Michel shrugged. “A helicopter arrival is hardly noteworthy in Los Angeles.”
“I’m not risking it,” Gabriel said with a stubborn set of his jaws. “I worked too hard—gave up too much—to be where I am.”
“Professor Chevalier,” said a small voice. Gabriel started and spun in his seat. An eye and a part of a nose peeped through the small gap in his office door. “I was wondering—”
