“You. Don’t. Know. Me.” She emphasizes every word with the jab of her finger against my bare chest.
“That’s it, Princess, get angry with me.” I taunt. I like her like this.
Angry.
Turbulent.
Ferocious.
Her black hair cascades down her shoulders and I want to feel it wrapped around my fist again. I want that sassy mouth of hers on my dick. I want to feel her. Every damn inch of her.
“Fuck you, Liam.” She whips away from me, snatching her skirt from the floor and sliding it up her hips.
“Oh, low blow, Gemma, you can do better than that.”
She doesn’t respond, doesn’t even turn around to give me another one of those dirty looks.
“Come here.” I tell her.
She glances over her shoulder through a veil of dark hair.
“Now.”
Silently, she saunters over to me. “What?” All sass, every word that leaves her lips is sassy.
I lean in closely, lightly placing my lips on her ear. “I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
She turns her head so she can face me, our eyes meeting.
“What are we doing?” she whispers.
“You keep asking that.”
“It hasn’t been answered yet.”
I press a soft kiss to her lips. “Let’s just be us, just two people getting to know each other. Not two enemies.”
“Okay.” Her voice is soft and light.
I press a kiss to her mouth and she responds, opening up for me.
“Get on your knees.” I tell her, and she does quickly without question.
At the sight of her there, below me, looking up through thick black lashes, I think I’m losing it. She frees my cock from my boxers and wraps her soft hand around it. Her breath even near it is enough to send me over the edge, when she wraps her pretty lips around the tip and those eyes flutter up to mine, I know I’m lost to her.
I’m never going to fucking let Gemma DelGado go.
The princess is mine.
We’re moving too fast and too slow all at the same time. I think I should have regrets, fears, anything but I don’t. I feel free, and it’s a strange feeling. I don’t know if this is something I’ve ever really felt before.
The pressure from my family is gone, my chest is light. I think maybe that’s because my phone has been off for the last twelve hours, but I ignore that thought.
I’m happy here with Gemma, in this little hotel between our cities. Away from all the demands of our lives, away from the people and places that bring us down. I feel outside of my life, and it feels better. I want to stay in this room with this woman fast asleep beside me for as long as possible.
But I know that in a few hours we’ll have to separate and go back to the way things were.
This thing isn’t sustainable.