Her Off Limits Prince

He teased against the seam of her lips, wanting entrance, which she gave. But she didn't remain passive. Blythe kissed him every bit as enthusiastically as he kissed her.

Her hands were all over his body, caressing him with fevered movements. She cupped his growing erection, making a feminine sound of approval.

His hips jerked forward, seeking more of that touch.

With no worry about being interrupted, he began undressing her, needing to feel her naked skin under his fingertips.

Finally.

Blythe didn't object and started tugging his shirt up his body. He stopped kissing her long enough to yank it off over his head.

She shrugged out of her own top, revealing her rounded curves held in by a bit of sexy lace.

Without thought, he reached out to cup her breasts in both his hands. Soft and heavy in his hands, they were beautiful with pretty pink tips.

Lust surged through him at having permission to touch.

Watching with an undeniable fascination as they beaded and darkened with a rush of blood, he brushed his thumbs back and forth over the hardened peaks.

Reveling in her instant and unmistakable reaction to him, Tor's own excitement shot into the stratosphere.

Blythe moaned, letting her head fall back. "So good, Tor."

He smiled at the sound of his name on her lips.

He gently pinched those hardened nubs. She gasped. He did it again and again, sometime with a soft brush in between, sometimes with immediate gentle pressure and release one right after the other.

His beautiful brunette almost lover began to pant.

Reaching behind her to unlatch her bra, he fumbled on the small hooks.

"Here let me," she said, reaching behind her own back and undoing the clasp with a quick movement.

Heat that was not sexual desire crawled up his neck.

She noticed. Of course she did, but her smile was warm and sexy. "If you want the truth, Tor, I'm kind of glad to know you're not so experienced this is all blasé for you."

He said nothing, not about to admit that he was technically still a virgin. Call him arrogant, but he wasn't worried at all about being able to satisfy her. And while he'd never had penetrative sex, he'd had plenty of sexual experience.

But this woman and his reaction to her turned him into a novice.

Blythe reached out and pulled his hands back to press against her breasts again.

They both shuddered when his hands pressed against the now naked flesh, silkier than the lace bra she'd worn.

"You feel amazing." As he'd known she would.

"You do too," she said, her hands coming up to knead the muscles of his chest. She ran her fingers through his chest hair. "I like this."

From how preoccupied she seemed by it, he thought like might be a tad understatement. "I'm glad."

"You're very sexy, Tor."

"So are you." So sexy, he was in danger of coming like he had the last time they'd kissed, without even getting his trousers off.

Not going to happen.

Tor stepped back. "No more clothes."