Page 53 of My Dark Prince
She treaded close, and just when I thought she’d lock her arms around my neck, she surprised me by swinging her leg up like a ballerina and propping her ankle over my shoulder. Her body melted onto mine, the entire length of her long leg pressed against me. Her pussy was flush against my erection.
My eyes rolled in their sockets. I forced them closed, gasping for breath, reminding myself this engagement, unlike my attraction, was fake. That if she had her full faculties about her, she’d castrate me right now, using a nail clipper to draw out the pain as much as possible.
“Baby.” I reached to kiss her button nose. I swear I felt the width of my dick wedged inside her pussy lips through our clothes for a second. “We can’t be doing this right now.” I kissed the heel of her bare foot, slowly helping her set it down on the tiles. “Trust me, there is nothing I’d like to do more than … well,you. But we need to give you time to adjust. Before you lost your memory, we got into an argument. You were mad at me. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
I couldn’t tell her the whole truth. But I could be frank that having sex was not a good idea. To be sure, it was a fuckingamazingidea. Perhaps the best idea anyone, anywhere, at any point in civilization ever had. But her true self wouldn’t want that.
She twisted toward the Jack and Jill sinks and spat out toothpaste, filling water into a cup to rinse her teeth. “What did we fight about?”
“I can’t tell you.”
She whipped around, swiping her mouth dry with the back of her hand. “Why not?”
“Doctor Cohen told me not to disturb you with anything you might find upsetting. What I did was upsetting.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Cheated on me upsetting?”
“As I said before, I have never cheated on you and never will.” I propped an elbow over the doorframe, tousling my hair. “However, in the spirit of full transparency, I was not abstinent in the time period we were broken up.”
And that time period was fifteen years.
She put the toothbrush back in its place and tossed a face towel into the fancy laundry basket. “You’re worrying me.”
I pushed off the doorframe, sauntered over to her, and grabbed her shoulders, kissing her forehead. My lips lingered on her skin. “You have nothing to worry about. I adore you. I would never intentionally hurt you. We had a hiccup. I just want to wait until you regain your memory before we have sex. If, after you remember everything, you still want me in your bed, I promise to never leave.”
She blinked up at me. “Does this mean we won’t be sleeping in the same bed?”
“If you don’t feel comfortable, I can definitely use one of the guestrooms.”
“No.” She rested her palms over my chest. We both noticed my heart galloping wildly. “I don’t want to sleep alone. I want you by my side.”
“Your wish is my command.”
“But no sex until I remember?”
“No sex until you remember.”
“Fine … but the second I do, you have to eat me out for forty minutes.” She raised her brow. “Like you did at The Versailles Palace.”
“It was fifty minutes, and of course.”
“While tracing the letters of my tattoo.”
“Deal.”
The chances she’d want anything to do with my dick, let alone any other organ in my body, after she regained her memory were slim.
I had no one but myself to blame.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Oliver
Age nineteen.
“Happy eighteenth birthday to me.” Briar Rose lifted her tequila shot skywards. “Bottoms up.”
She pressed the glass to her lips and tipped her head back. I did the same, searching her for signs of an impending breakdown.
