One Night with Prince Charming (Aristocratic Grooms 2)

Pia turned away and picked up the remote to her MP3 player because music relaxed her. Within a few moments, the dulcet tones of an orchestral ensemble drifted through the apartment from her small speakers.

“W-would you like a drink?” she asked.

James laughed close behind her. “What a question to ask, considering we’ve just been to a bar.”

In truth, she felt light-headed herself. It must have been that last cocktail she’d had at the bar while trying to converse with the real estate office manager.

“Pia,” James said quietly, laying his hands on her shoulders.

She froze at the contact, her nipples tightening.

“Relax,” he murmured close to her ear.

Oh.

He removed his hands…but moments later, she felt his fingertips trail up her arms as he nuzzled the hair near her ear.

She shivered. “Really, I—”

He nipped her earlobe.

She gulped, and then forced herself to say, “D-don’t you want to get to know each other better?”

“Much better,” he agreed on a soft laugh.

His body brushed hers from behind, sending delicious shivers through her.

Slowly, he turned her to face him, and then searched her eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do this—” he bent and tasted her lips “—ever since we left the bar.”

“Oh,” she breathed.

This was her fantasy. He was here now.

He cupped her shoulders, his thumbs tracing a soothing circular pattern. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Th-that’s what I’m afraid of.”

He smiled. “Ah, Pia. You really are special.” Then his expression turned more intent and amorous. “Let me show you how much.”

He cupped her cheek, laid his lips against hers and tasted her.

She sighed and gripped his shirt, fisting her hand into the material, as little shock waves of pleasure jolted her.

She felt his arousal grow between them as his mouth stroked hers. Within moments, they had fitted their bodies together, giving in to the desire that had been kindled in the bar and stoked on the cab ride to her apartment.

He cupped her face with both hands, his fingers delving into her hair as he sipped from her mouth.

She relaxed her grip on his shirt and flattened her hands against his chest, where she could feel the steady beat of his heart.

Around them, the sweet notes of string instruments sounded, the tune low and soulful.

Pia felt herself relax even as every inch of her skin tingled with awareness. She sighed against James’s mouth, wanting the kiss to go on and on as his hunger matched her own.

Giving in to the urge to shed attire, she kicked off her sandals. In the next moment, she lowered a couple of inches, enough to break the contact of her lips with James’s.

“My bed isn’t very big.” They were the first words to pop out of her mouth, her tone apologetic, and she flushed.

James looked indulgent, and then dimpled as he nodded beside them. “You’ve never made love on a love seat before?”