The Prince (The Original Sinners 3)

“You’re right. It is late.” His hand moved from her face to her neck and down to her waist. His fingers hesitated only a moment before digging into the fabric of her T-shirt and starting to pull it up. “Let’s go to bed.”

Nora inhaled in shock and almost coughed. “Really?”

Wesley nodded and grinned.

“Really. Seriously. And I need you to believe that, ’cause I’m not going to be able to get this off of you without a little cooperation on your part.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” Nora lifted her arms and let Wesley pull her shirt off. She stood in front of him in the living room in her jeans and a black bra. She felt grimy from driving, exhausted, sore…and so turned on she could scarcely see straight. Reaching up, she unbuttoned the top button on Wesley’s wrinkled French-blue oxford shirt. “You know, I’ve always loved this color on you. Don’t know if I ever told you that.”

“You did once,” he said, running his hands up and down her arms. His fingertips on her suddenly bare skin sent shivers through her entire body. “Two years ago. That’s why I wore it.”

“You bought a French-blue shirt just to wear for me? Not even knowing if you’d see me again?”

“No.” Wesley dipped his head and kissed her quickly on the lips. “I bought five of them.”

Nora didn’t speak. She’d lost all power to. All she could do was keep unbuttoning. With each open button she pushed a little more of his shirt off his shoulders, until it came down his arms and hit the floor.

“Looks even better there than on you,” she said.

“I think all your clothes will looking amazing on the floor.”

Nora kissed his bare shoulder. “Let’s go find out.”

She reached for his hand and started to drag him toward the stairs. But he yanked her to him instead and lifted her in his arms.

“You’ve got to be kidding, Wes. I weigh a lot more than I look.”

“Yeah, you do. What’s up with that?” he asked as he carried her to the steps.

“Muscle. Pure muscle. And a pretty big ass.”

“Perfect ass.” He slapped it awkwardly and Nora giggled with luxurious, decadent happiness.

“You’re really going to carry me up the stairs? That’s so Gone with the Wind.”

“Never saw it.” Wesley mounted the wide, carpeted stairs.

“It’s a classic,” she chided. “Civil War stuff. Big dresses. Overacting. Hot nonconsensual sex.”

“It’s also four hours long. I got stuff to do.”

They arrived at the top of the stairs without incident.

“What stuff do you have to do that’s more important than watching the most legendary movie about the South ever filmed?” Nora asked as Wesley used his foot to push open the door to his bedroom.

He half laid, half threw her onto the bed, which was dressed in red-and-white sheets, and Nora sank deep into the covers.

Wesley met her eyes and slipped a hand into her hair. “Well, tonight I need to make love to you.”

Nora’s hands went momentarily numb at his words. The sweetness of them coupled with the look in his eyes crashed over her like a wave.

“Good excuse.” She ran her palms over his bare shoulders. He had such beautiful arms, such young, supple skin. For a moment she actually felt self-conscious of her thirty-four-year-old body.

“What?” he asked as she swept her fingers through his long, dark blond hair. “What’s wrong?”

“Your hair.”

Grinning, Wesley shook his head. “I’ll get it cut tomorrow. I swear.”

“Good. But that’s not it. You don’t have a single gray hair.”

Wesley rolled his eyes. “Neither do you, Nora.”

“Yeah, and I pay three hundred dollars every six weeks to keep it that way.”

For a moment his smile faltered. “I didn’t know you colored your hair.”

She shrugged. “Have to. Trademark black hair. Not trademark black-with-more-gray-than-I’d-care-to-admit-to hair. I’m thirty-four. You know that, right?”

“Of course I know. I don’t care about our age difference. I was just...I didn’t know you colored your hair, is all. Can you go red next time? I have a thing for red.”

Nora grinned. “How about we trade? I’ll get blond hair and you can go black.”

“Would it bring out the brown in my eyes?” he asked, and playfully batted his eyelashes.

“Don’t do that,” she teased. “You look like you’re having a seizure.”

“Oh, sorry.” Wesley’s eyelashes started behaving themselves again. “Where were we? I think we missed talking to each other so much, it’s getting in the way of the…you know. Not talking.”

“We don’t have to do this tonight. If you’re tired or if you want to talk... I’m not leaving you. I’m here. I’m with you. I don’t care if your dad already hates me. I’ve been hated by the best. I can take it.”

“No. I want to do this. I’ve wanted to do this since the day I saw you at Yorke.”

Nora pressed her lips to the hollow of his throat.

“Okay. We can do this. If you’ve been waiting for two years now…”

“Two years? I’ve been waiting twenty.” Wesley grinned sheepishly at her.

For the third time that night Nora’s eyes went wide with shock and her mouth dropped open in surprise.