The Princess Finds Her Match

“What about it?” Two muscular arms flanked her head, trapping her. Just like yesterday. Or was it earlier today? She blinked, trying to get her brain straightened out. A thumb descended and stroked her lower lip.

Focus, Lexie, she berated herself. Do not get distracted by those marvelous pectorals, those bronzed arms and Oh, God, that patch of cut muscles between his thighs and lower abs. And that hint of cologne and man that was now assaulting her nostrils.

“Last night was an aberra−oh−my−Lord!” she squeaked as with a deft and practiced movement, Nic unzipped her dress and pulled it down effortlessly.

“Fucking beautiful,” Nic murmured. That F word again! It was like tripping the wire to her erogenous zones. Her nipples peaked to attention and the area between her legs clenched. He slowly stood up, his hands running a leisurely path up her thighs, a burning trail on her body until they settled on her waist. “Breakfast can wait.” He stared into her eyes before uttering in a deep, sexy murmur, “Or not,” and proceeded to wipe out whatever was left of Lexie’s mental processes at that point.

Her eyes closed at the feel of swirling, decadent, wet heat on one taut nipple. She gasped when he started suckling, his other fingers rolling on its pebbled mate. Lexie’s knees started to buckle and she grasped the doorknob to keep herself upright, wary of touching any part of Nic’s body. If she touched him and participated in his seduction, she would be consumed.

Her legs finally gave way, predictably, and she landed in an unglamorous heap on the floor.

“Easy,” Nic cooed and instead of helping her up, he grasped her thighs and opened her wide. On. The. Floor.

“Wait,” Lexie cried weakly as his head started its descent towards its presumable target. That spot that was shamefully, undeniably wet. She was stone cold sober now and although every nerve ending in her body was screaming for him not to stop, she owed him the truth about who she was. Either he hadn’t heard her or chose not to because the next instant she felt his tongue on her. Tasting, flicking, plunging in and out. Faster, harder, until she was incoherent with pleasure. Her toes curled, her whole body went into rictus, and she must have screamed before she went boneless.

“You were saying?” The wicked man was looking very smug. Lexie was too wrung out to care that her juices were still glistening on those sexy lips.

A phone ringing intruded into the relative silence of the room. Several seconds passed before Lexie recognized her ringtone.

“What time is it?” she asked with foreboding.

“It’s ten in the morning.”

“Shit!” Lexie was galvanized into action. She jerked upright and felt the room momentarily sway. Nic cupped her elbow, but she wrenched it away. She rushed to the bed, rummaging through linens and pillows trying to look for her wrist bag.

“Here.” Nic handed her the bag calmly. “It was on the night table.”

With shaking fingers, she undid the clasp. Out tumbled her phone, credit card, and some cash. There were three missed calls from Theia and a text message.

GOOD MORNING YOUR HIGHNESS. REMINDING YOU THAT THE CHARITY LUNCHEON FOR THE CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL IS AT ELEVEN AM TODAY. COULD YOU PLEASE GIVE ME A RING ONCE YOU ARE UP?

She had just finished reading the message when the phone rang again.

“Lexie? Thank God,” murmured the usually unflappable Theia when she answered the call. “I have been trying to reach your room since eight this morning.”

Lexie deliberately turned her back on Nic, who was unashamedly listening to the end of her conversation, and kept her voice low. Her mouth was dry. “I’m sorry. I overslept.”

“I thought that was what had happened, but you had me worried for awhile. I am sending a new makeup artist to your suite in ten minutes. Would that be alright?”

“Erm, make it twenty,” Lexie burst out, trying to keep the panic from her voice.

“Are you sure everything is alright, Your Highness?”

Lexie was already scrambling for her other shoe and stuffing the spilled contents of her handbag back inside the tiny clutch. “Everything is fine. I’ll see you in a while.” She disconnected the phone before Theia could say anything more.