Page 114 of Stolen Princess

I can feel his smile. “I need a shower.”

“Thank goodness. I need one too.”

“If you’re staying with the villain, you can’t say thank goodness. It’s too sweet.”

“If you’re staying with the princess, you can’t be so judgmental.”

He smiles like the devil, and it makes my insides flip in the best way. My fingers lock with his and he leads me back down the hall. Tossing a wink at the queen and the prince’s fiancée, he drags me upstairs.

“Don’t worry,” he calls down to them. “I know which room is hers. I’ll have her there for her meeting. But I can’t promise she won’t be blushing.”

“Oh my god! I just met these people. You can’t say that.”

He grins. “I just did. Judging by their giggling, they’re not put off.”

That’s it as he races us straight into a room. He kicks the door closed, and his lips fuse with mine. He spins me around and slams me against the wall, only to wince.

“Shit. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m so tired of that question.”

I grin against him, but he’s kissing me, and he doesn’t stop. “I need you right now. I can’t wait.”

I arch, trying to roll my hips against him. I’m losing it. All of it. My mind, my body, my heart. I don’t even get a chance to look around the room because he’s kissing me like he’s never kissed me before. With fire and passion and a need so strong it makes me quake. Our tongues sliding, licking, sucking, eating.

He walks me backward toward the en suite bathroom, my hospital-borrowed shirt coming over my head but snagging on my cast. Christ, we’re a mess. He’s been shot, and I’ve been broken, and it still isn’t over. It’s just getting started. Maybe that’s a reason not to do this. Maybe I should shower and go meet my… brothers and hear what they have to say about all this.

But if this is the beginning and life is about to get infinitely more fucked up than it was even yesterday morning, I can’t think past having him now. The world is about to burn around us, and I’ll die in the flames with him inside of me.

“Shower,” I mumble against his lips.

“Shower. But it won’t be easy.”

“Then prove to me you’re up for the challenge.”

37

FERRIN

“Ineed to fuck you so hard and in so many ways that if I start now, you won’t leave this room for the next month.”

She moans and rocks into me.

This was never part of the agreement. And it will cost me. I’ll have to barter or possibly beg, but whatever. I told the prince and the king that I wanted to see her. That I had to see her. That’s all I was going to do. I was going to stand at the end of the hall, catch a glimpse, ensure she was alive and okay, then leave.

I made that deal.

It was no shock that they didn’t exactly want me as their sister’s guy. It didn’t make a lot of sense either. It was like I told the prince. I just met her. The way I need her after such a short time scares the ever-loving shit out of me. It’s abnormal. The way she affects my brain and my body has me in a complete chokehold.

But sense or not, it doesn’t change the reality.

I turned down their money. I don’t care about their terms.

I was going to walk away from here and… I don’t know. I hadn’t gotten that far. Every time I attempted to think about it, my mind circled back to her. She is everything I never imagined. Everything I never cared about or even wanted. Nothing I believed in. She’s all the things, and by some miracle, she wants me.

She could decide in a week or six months that she has changed her mind.

But for now…