One Night with Prince Charming (Aristocratic Grooms 2)

Catching Hawk’s hot gaze, she teased him by tracing the edges of her lacy pink bra with her fingertips.

Hawk continued avidly watching her with hooded eyes.

Pia wet her lips, running the tip of her tongue over the plump and swollen formation of her mouth.

She still felt the imprint of Hawk’s kisses there. And judging from the look of him, Hawk was on a tight leash, stopping himself from giving her more and then some.

“This is going to be the shortest strip on record,” he murmured thickly. “Need some help there?”

She knew her nipples were outlined against the nylon fabric of her bra, the coolness of the room adding to her arousal. Her breasts were a bit oversized for her frame, giving her the appearance of a busty fairy. However, since high school, she hadn’t caught a guy eyeing them as lustily as Hawk was.

She shivered, and Hawk crooked his finger at her.

Her stomach did a somersault.

She came to him, and he caught her, leaning back to lie down on the bed as she straddled him.

Mouth met mouth in a voracious kiss. Then he was feasting on her breasts, and she threw back her head and luxuriated in the sensation.

“Hawk.”

He unclasped her bra and peeled away the offending barrier, his mouth barely leaving her in the process. He suckled her, his hands bunching her breasts together for his greedy lips.

Pia felt sweet and piercing-hot sensations shoot through her. In response, she rubbed against him.

Hawk lifted his mouth from her breast and sat up so they were face-to-face. “If we don’t slow down,” he muttered thickly, his mouth close to hers, “this is going to be over in two minutes.”

“Th-three y-years is a long time to wait.”

“Too long.”

With one hand, she opened the first button of his shirt, and then the next and the next. All the while, she

was aware of the rasp of his breath as her gaze focused on the strong column of his throat.

She finally undid his cuffs and tugged at his shirt.

He obliged her by sitting up and shrugging out of his white shirt and the undershirt below.

He quirked his lips. “Now what?”

“D-do you have a blindfold for yourself?”

He laughed helplessly.

“You’re only half-naked,” she protested.

“It’s a situation I’m more than happy to rectify.”

She moved aside, and he got off the bed.

But before he could make a further move, she stopped him, laying a hand on his arm.

“Let me.”

Getting up herself, she worked slowly but surely, her hands brushing his arousal and causing his breathing to deepen.

She slid his belt free of its loops and then lowered his zipper.