The Prince in the Royal Suite

‘Which you don’t.’

‘I’d say you were aroused by the sight of my naked body.’

‘I wouldn’t go that far,’ she lied as Lucaj tossed his jeans aside.

No. She’d go further. The power in Lucaj’s chest and arms was irresistible. ‘As I haven’t seen all of your body yet, I couldn’t possibly comment,’ she said coolly. ‘But I suppose what I have seen isn’t bad.’

She couldn’t wait to feel that hard, tanned chest pressed up against her breasts – rubbing against them until she begged for mercy. ‘What makes you think I’m aroused?’

‘Your voice is husky. Your eyes are black. Your lips are swollen, and –’

‘Stop,’ she begged, trying her hardest not to smile. ‘There’s a very good reason for my lips being swollen.’

‘Oh?’ Stretching out his length against her, Lucaj began to toy with her hair. ‘Would you care to explain?’

‘I’ve just been kissed by a very bad man.’

‘Anyone I know?’

‘Someone very close to me…’ She glanced at him and smiled. ‘Very close to me indeed –’ She exclaimed with excitement as Lucaj tumbled her beneath him. ‘So much muscle… So much time in the sun,’ she murmured, tracing the map of muscle along Lucaj’s impossibly powerful forearms to his shoulders, and then onto his chest.

Dipping his head to kiss her, Lucaj tormented her by withholding the heat of his naked skin and the pressure of his weight against her aching body.

‘The longer you wait, the better it will be for you,’ Lucaj explained frowning down at her.

‘Don’t give me all that delay is the servant of pleasure jibber jabber,’ she warned, ‘Because I’m not sure I can wait.’ Running her hands very lightly down the sides of his body, she had the satisfaction of seeing a shudder of anticipation wrack him. ‘How much longer did you say I have to wait?’

‘You’re a witch, Ms Lancaster.’

‘There’s no need to look quite so pleased about it.’

‘Why act coy when we could be enjoying each other?’

‘My point exactly,’ she complained.

It felt like the most natural thing on earth when Luca

j drove his tongue into her mouth and his thigh between her legs; natural, as well as the most necessary thing on earth. She’d never experienced this level of arousal before, but though her body was screaming for release, a little voice inside her was still insisting, ‘hang on’.

No. She refused to listen. Her heart and head were as one tonight. This chance to make love with an unrepentantly, brutally masculine man might never happen again – not unless all the stars in the heavens were aligned, and every bit of good fortune she was due in her lifetime came along in one day.

And was she prepared to take the chance that that was ever going to happen again?

Chapter Seven

Fortunately, Lucaj had a stronger grip on control than Libby, and he paused to protect them both, and then her hips rose instinctively to meet his. Foreplay wasn’t necessary. They’d been indulging in foreplay since the moment they met, and she was more than ready for Lucaj now.

But not prepared for him, it turned out.

‘Oh…’

‘Oh, good? Or, oh, bad?’ Lucaj whispered as he teased her mercilessly with the tip of his heavy erection.

‘It’s a size issue – but that’s good – and don’t you dare stop,’ she warned him. If Lucaj pulled away now, she wouldn’t be responsible for her actions. ‘I thought we agreed, no more teasing?’

‘But it’s such fun teasing you.’

‘Really?’ Reaching down, she took matters into her own hands.