Page 142 of My Dark Prince
Still, I couldn’t pass up any chance to not be the villain in her eyes, even if for a few seconds.
“Nope.” Her eyes dropped to my throat, where my Adam’s apple bobbed. “At least you gave me an orgasm that one night we had sex. One of my exes didn’t even manage that.”
“I bet I can give you an orgasm without even taking off your bikini if I wanted to.”
Her breathing became labored. I could tell by the way her chest moved. Mine, too.
She arched an eyebrow. “You mean ifIwanted to.”
I licked my lips. “Oh, you do.”
We were standing close to each other, our bodies facing the island, our pinkies touching on the edge of the counter.
She released a rusty laugh. “You have no idea what I want, Oliver.”
“I think I do.”
I reached out and pushed her lower lip down just a fraction. The simple touch of her pillowy, warm lip against the pad of my thumb sent fissures through my body like I’d just climaxed. My whole torso jolted forward.
I held my breath, watching her reaction, waiting to see if she would tell me to fuck off.
She didn’t.
Instead, she gripped my forearm, tugging it between her tits. Her breath hitched. “No way can you make me come without taking off my bikini.”
It was a dare.
I never backed out of those.
It was also permission to touch her, which I accepted with an eagerness that shocked us both. In an instant, I had her flush against the counter, pinned by every inch of me. My dick found its home between her thighs, rubbing her through our clothes.
I slid my thumb from her mouth down to her neck, palming it until I covered its entirety with my big hand. Her eyelids fluttered. She felt it, too. This feral craving we had going on.
The tip of my nose found hers.
“Is this a bet?” my lips spoke against hers, but I didn’t kiss her. Not yet.
“If I don’t come, you have to let me borrow your car,” she challenged, her mouth moving over mine.
I smiled, indulging her. It didn’t matter if she asked me to pluck the sun from its place. She wouldn’t win this. No way she didn’t know that. She just needed an excuse to let me touch her.
“Sounds good. And if you do come …”
“Yes?”
“You let me fuck you.” I paused. “One time. Anywhere I want. AnytimeI want. Might be in a room full of people, or in the middle of the desert. You won’t say no. Let me show you what we were. That we can still have it.” I sucked in a breath. “That this is real.”
My palm moved down from her neck to her right tit, cupping it. Her back arched, and she groaned. She was such a goner. So was I. This was dangerous. Catastrophic. A mistake of epic proportions.
And, as far as I was concerned, the best fucking decision of our lives.
“Whatever.” She snorted. “Show me what you’ve got. But remember – you can’t remove any of my clothes.”
“Yup, I remember the rules.”
My hand slid back to her throat, tilting her head up, and I finally did what I’d wanted to do ever since I saw her at the hotel. I fused my mouth into hers and kissed her with everything I had.
It started soft. I wanted to give her the opportunity to break away if she changed her mind. But she didn’t. She grabbed my shoulders and drew me into her, our bodies flushed against each other.
