One Night with Prince Charming (Aristocratic Grooms 2)

She wrinkled her nose at his words as his delicious weight pressed her into the mattress. “I can just imagine what I looked like from the ground.”

“I had trouble stopping myself from reaching out and doing this,” he said, caressing her leg. “Oh.”

Hawk shifted, his knee wedging between her legs as he leaned over her. He kissed her then, sipping at her lips and lazily tracing their outline with his tongue.

“L-lucy will come home,” Pia breathed against his mouth.

“Not for a long time,” he whispered back.

Pia felt his arousal press against her, evidence of his growing need. Mirroring his response, her nipples felt tight, and a moist heat had gathered between her thighs.

She shifted. “Why did I bother getting dressed?”

Her remark elicited a low chuckle from him, and she felt it reverberate through his chest.

He placed a moist kiss near her ear. “Don’t worry. We can remedy the situation.”

True to his word, he made quick work of her shoes and leggings, and then settled himself between her legs.

She felt his warm breath on her thigh, and her delicate skin was stroked by the slight abrasiveness of his jaw.

He squeezed her calf as his lips grazed her thigh. He let his lips trail down first one leg and then the other.

Pia quivered in response.

In the next moment, she moaned as he sucked on her tender flesh. She couldn’t help herself, but it seemed to excite him to hear how he was making her feel.

Her hands tangled in his hair, and she urged him upward for an urgent kiss. She met him halfway, sitting up, and they kissed, his hands wandering her back urgently.

She was crazy to think she could be unforgettable to a man of his experience. She was loony to think she could match his level of sophistication in seduction.

But then he obliged her with a groan deep in his throat. “Ah, Pia…what you do to me.”

She rubbed his arousal. “I can tell.”

He grew in a sharp breath. “You’re not as shy as I remembered.”

She hoped not.

Since he’d left her, she’d made a point of studying romantic movies, reading a book or two and renting some videos—all in an attempt to overcome some of her naiveté and inexperience. She’d thought she’d never have fallen for Hawk’s practiced skills if she’d been more knowledgeable. And at the same time, irrationally, she’d started to believe that Hawk wouldn’t have left her if she’d been more of a seductress.

Still, she didn’t think now was the time to mention to him that she’d been educating herself.

Instead, she tilted her head, and asked innocently, “You don’t want me to be…uninhibited?”

“Of course I’d love it.”

She gave him a smile.

“How am I going to get you out of these clothes?” he mused, his eyes sweeping over her.

She straightened, and then slid off the bed and turned to face him. “You won’t have to. I-I’m going to strip for you.”

He smiled, slow and sexy, doing funny things to her insides.

The room was cool and shadowed, the shades apparently still drawn from when he was dressing and undressing.

Pia pulled her top over her head and tossed it on a dresser.