Royal Bastard (Instantly Royal 1)

A wry chuckle rumbled from his chest beneath her lips, but he complied. “So you’re bossy in and out of bed?”

“You better believe it.” She sat up and straddled his thighs, then reached over to her emergency bag on the nightstand and swiped a condom from inside.

“And what if I want to lead?” he asked, his hooded eyes traveling across her naked body as solid as a touch.

“You have to wait your turn.” Giving him a saucy look, she ripped the foil packet and took out the latex condom.

“Are you always this much of a hard-ass?” The question came out sure and cocky right up until the last word, which just happened to be when she rolled the condom over his prick with deliberate care.

She didn’t bother to hide her grin. Sex was too much fun not to enjoy it. “When I know what I want, yes.”

A vein in his jaw twitched, but he didn’t make a move. “And what is it that you want?”

“This.” Tilting her hips a few degrees, she slid all the way down his length, letting her head fall back as she relished the feeling of oh-my-God-yes-that-is-amazing making her bite down on her bottom lip. It had officially been too long, because there was no way Nick should feel that good inside her, as if this was how sex was always supposed to feel.

His hands were on her hips a heartbeat later, tugging her forward, making her clit rub against him on each downward stroke. “Touch your tits.”

“Now who’s being bossy?” she asked, but her hands were cupping her breasts before the words were even out of his mouth.

The second she started rolling her nipples between her fingers, he inhaled a sharp breath and his fingers bit into her hips. Oh, he liked that, did he? Never taking her eyes off his face as she rocked herself up and down his thick cock, the move making her thighs ache at the same time it sent shivers of pleasure

through her body, she pinched her nipples and tugged hard on them.

His hazel eyes darkened with lust so primal, it sent a thrill right to her clit. “I’m claiming my turn.”

Without losing their connection, he shifted underneath her, tilting her until her back was on the duvet and he was on his knees with her feet planted on the bed on either side of his thighs. Oh hell yes. She arched her body, bringing her hips higher and in line with him. His hands cupped her ass, each finger digging into her flesh with just the right amount of pleasure as he pistoned his hips, plunging into her, filling her so completely that it stole her breath.

“So damn tight, so wet, so hot,” he said, pushing into her with each declaration. “You feel so fucking good.”

If she could have spoken at that moment, she would have returned the compliment, but as it was, she wasn’t sure she could speak the Queen’s English at all. She was already too far gone.

His hands moved from her ass to her back, and he lifted her upper body until her breasts were pressed against his chest, never once losing his rhythm. She wrapped her arms around his corded neck and met every one of his thrusts with a swirl of her hips as she climbed toward her orgasm. Her grip tightened and she leaned back, changing the angle so his cock stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves just inside her opening with every stroke.

He let out a possessive growl. “Look at how wet you’ve made my dick.”

She glanced down. Fuck. She could see herself on him, and it was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen.

“Nick.” She wanted to say more, but that one syllable was all that she could get out. The sensations building in her core were like a ball of megawatt electricity growing with each thrust and retreat, making it almost impossible to do anything but chase after her climax.

“Say it again.” He plunged into her harder, deeper.

“Nick.” Breathy. Begging. On the verge.

“Jesus, Brooke, I’m gonna come.” He slipped his hand between their bodies and rolled her clit with the pad of his thumb, round and round.

The pleasure built and built until— “Oh. My. God.”

And she broke apart as her orgasm crashed into her, turning her entire body electric. Nick sank back onto his heels, taking her with him, shoving her up and down his length in an ever-faster rhythm before sinking deep within her and coming with a harsh groan.

She was floating and sinking at the same time as she collapsed against him, secure, at least in this moment, that he’d catch her. And he did, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as they both came down.

Four hundred and sixty-eight days later—or at least that’s what it felt like—her heart rate finally returned to normal and she slid off him and back onto the bed. She swore her eyes didn’t flicker shut, but the next thing she was aware of was the bed dipping when Nick got back in.

“Where’d you go?” she asked, trying to regain her mental footing.

He grabbed the duvet and threw it over both of them. “Got rid of the condom.”

“I didn’t mean to crash out like that.” She sat up and scooted over to the edge of the bed. “I’ve gotta go.”