Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
He should do it now. He should lean over and fist his hand in her hair and show her how masculine he could be.
“Yes.” He stayed still because she hadn’t asked him to kiss her. She’d been clear and plain in her intent. She wanted to kiss him. She’d asked his permission as though he was something precious.
Women threw themselves at him. They plopped themselves down in his lap and offered him all manner of sexual favors. Not once had anyone asked if they could kiss him. Certainly not in that strong tone that let him know he really should say yes because he would miss out on something if he didn’t.
Her lips curled in a smile he’d never once seen from her. That smile was wicked and it got his cock hard as a freaking rock. He hadn’t touched her yet and he was erect and ready.
She reached her hand up, fingertips brushing his skin. “Don’t move. Let me touch you. Let me learn you.”
For Day, learning was serious. She studied him, her fingers moving along his jawline. She was studying him, assessing and categorizing him. It wasn’t a bad thing. No. Day wouldn’t find him wanting. Day viewed the world itself as something marvelous, something to explore.
How would she explore him? The question made his body tighten, his whole being focus on her. The rest of the world seemed to fall away as Day leaned in and finally, finally brushed her lips against his.
He felt a spark deep inside. Her hands moved up, sliding into his hair and twisting ever so slightly. His scalp tingled and his breath caught. She kissed him softly, the ease of her lips contrasting with the sharp tingle to his scalp. Her chest came up, rubbing against his, and he felt something he hadn’t before. He felt…wanted. Not for his royal position. Not for his money.
For himself.
She went up, as tall as she could get on her knees. He was sitting back and he found the way she towered over him incredibly sexy. He didn’t have to do a damn thing. Day was in control. She would take what she wanted and what she wanted was him.
“Open your mouth for me. Let me in.”
He found himself giving in, the whole moment spiraling out of control. It wasn’t what he’d meant to do, but that was all right. He didn’t have to decide. All he had to do was follow her path and she would lead him somewhere incredible.
He was so hard he could barely breathe as her tongue slid along his. It didn’t matter that they were in a park. It wasn’t that crowded at this time of day. The River Cherwell was off to his right and there was a lovely copse of trees to his left they could go into when she wanted to fuck. Yeah, he would move the blanket, open his slacks, lay back and let her ride the hell out of him.
He’d known it would be good.
The thud thud of a helicopter broke through the intimacy of the moment. Damn it. They needed to go away. He leaned in, but she was already pulling back. Her face turned up to the sky.
“I think they’re landing,” she shouted over the hard scream of the blades rotating.
She leaned in as though to try to cover him.
He wasn’t having that. Not for a second. He moved out from under her, placing his body over hers. He felt her stiffen but he wasn’t giving in.
“Your Majesty!” A familiar figure moved toward him. His guard. Rai. He’d come with him all the way from Loa Mali. He’d left his family and spent the last four years of his life here, only short visits home connecting him with the ones he loved. Rai had been his steadfast companion, giving him space when he needed it, taking care of him when he got too wild.
Why was Rai calling him “your majesty”? He stood, reaching down to help Day up. “What’s wrong?”
Rai had a grim look on his face. “I have to get you to Heathrow, Your Majesty. There’s a plane waiting for you. Something’s happened at home. We need to go as soon as possible.”
Kash shook his head. He wasn’t leaving in the middle of a semester. “I’ll call Dad. And what’s wrong with you? It’s ‘your highne…’”
He stopped, the world shifting and twisting and turning until he couldn’t quite stand. Day was there, holding him up.
There was only one reason to ever call him “your majesty.” No one should have called him that. Not ever in his life. It was what his people called the king and queen. Only ever the king and queen.
“What happened to my father?” His gut twisted and he choked back a cry. “My brother?”
Rai shook his head. “There was a car accident, Your Majesty. The king and your brother were caught in a storm. Your brother was driving and he lost control and went over a cliff. I’m so sorry.” He went down on one knee. “The king is dead. Long live the king.”