Charlotte & Nate (Royals of Valleria #4) by Marianne Knightly Page B
Authors: Marianne Knightly
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searched hers. “Don’t kiss you?”
One of the hardest things she did was shake her head and say, “I don’t want this.”
“Don’t want men?”
“You.”
He winced. “You really know how to hurt a guy, don’t you?”
“I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m trying to keep myself from being hurt.”
“You think I’ll hurt you?”
“Maybe not intentionally, but, I, uh, I know your reputation. That’s not what I’m looking for.”
“What reputation is that?”
She tried to pull away, but he held on, forcing her to face him. “I just don’t want to be a notch on your bedpost, okay?” She needed more than a casual fuck, even if it would be with a prince. She needed someone who wanted her, not just a body that didn’t seem to work right in bed. “I mean I work at the palace, and you’re a prince who wants to kiss me. I mean, is this even real?”
“Oh, yes, Charlotte. It’s definitely fucking real.” He pulled her face towards his.
She expected him to take what he wanted, but he didn’t, not like Pierre. Instead, his full lips brushed softly against hers, asking, maybe even pleading for permission. He was close, so close. His scent, expensive and addictive, whirled around her while his taste taunted her. She sighed, giving up or giving into the kiss, she wasn’t sure which.
His angle shifted and his lips pressed firmly against hers. His hands still held her head, but it was a loose hold; she knew she could step back and he wouldn’t stop her. When his tongue licked the seam of her lips, she opened for him, and she tasted her cake on his tongue. Blueberry buttercream had never tasted so damn good.
Her hands tentatively touched his bare arms, caressing the soft hair and unmoving tattoos. He was warm, so warm. She’d never felt so much warmth from a man before.
His lips left hers to trail kisses down her neck while his hands slid to her hips. She arched her head back while her breath caught, giving him more room. Her hands shifted up to his shoulders and toyed with the ends of his silky, damp hair.
“Was that real enough for you, Charlotte?” he whispered against her ear, his low voice sending a shiver through her.
She started to say his name, but realized she wasn’t sure what to call him. Prince? Your Highness? Nate didn’t seem quite right. It felt as though a bucket of cold water had just been poured over her.
She pushed away and turned her back towards him. “Please leave.”
An unexpected hand on her back caused her to jump. “I’m sorry, Charlotte. Did I hurt you?”
Not yet . “No. I just don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Kissing each other?”
“Any of it.”
His hand rubbed her back in small circles; she wished she didn’t find it so soothing. “I like you, Charlotte.”
“Why?” she couldn’t help but asking.
“Because you’re talented and beautiful and a hundred other things. I’m physically attracted to you, I’ve made no secret about that.” He stepped closer and whispered in her ear. “I’d love to slide this soft robe off your body and kiss every exposed inch of you before I watch you orgasm over and over again.”
She swallowed, knowing multiple orgasms were practically impossible for her, except in dreams.
“Besides the physical, I want to know more about you. I realize a relationship between us puts you in a more precarious position than me.”
Relationship? He considered casual fucking a relationship? She was so confused. Shaking her head, she said, “I don’t understand. Aren’t you just looking for a warm body? Somebody to fuck?” Though she’d never winced when cursing before, cursing now, to a prince, she did.
He turned her gently to face him. He didn’t look upset at her language, just a little sad. “I might have been looking for a casual fuck before, but now I know that I’m looking for more. I think that
One of the hardest things she did was shake her head and say, “I don’t want this.”
“Don’t want men?”
“You.”
He winced. “You really know how to hurt a guy, don’t you?”
“I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m trying to keep myself from being hurt.”
“You think I’ll hurt you?”
“Maybe not intentionally, but, I, uh, I know your reputation. That’s not what I’m looking for.”
“What reputation is that?”
She tried to pull away, but he held on, forcing her to face him. “I just don’t want to be a notch on your bedpost, okay?” She needed more than a casual fuck, even if it would be with a prince. She needed someone who wanted her, not just a body that didn’t seem to work right in bed. “I mean I work at the palace, and you’re a prince who wants to kiss me. I mean, is this even real?”
“Oh, yes, Charlotte. It’s definitely fucking real.” He pulled her face towards his.
She expected him to take what he wanted, but he didn’t, not like Pierre. Instead, his full lips brushed softly against hers, asking, maybe even pleading for permission. He was close, so close. His scent, expensive and addictive, whirled around her while his taste taunted her. She sighed, giving up or giving into the kiss, she wasn’t sure which.
His angle shifted and his lips pressed firmly against hers. His hands still held her head, but it was a loose hold; she knew she could step back and he wouldn’t stop her. When his tongue licked the seam of her lips, she opened for him, and she tasted her cake on his tongue. Blueberry buttercream had never tasted so damn good.
Her hands tentatively touched his bare arms, caressing the soft hair and unmoving tattoos. He was warm, so warm. She’d never felt so much warmth from a man before.
His lips left hers to trail kisses down her neck while his hands slid to her hips. She arched her head back while her breath caught, giving him more room. Her hands shifted up to his shoulders and toyed with the ends of his silky, damp hair.
“Was that real enough for you, Charlotte?” he whispered against her ear, his low voice sending a shiver through her.
She started to say his name, but realized she wasn’t sure what to call him. Prince? Your Highness? Nate didn’t seem quite right. It felt as though a bucket of cold water had just been poured over her.
She pushed away and turned her back towards him. “Please leave.”
An unexpected hand on her back caused her to jump. “I’m sorry, Charlotte. Did I hurt you?”
Not yet . “No. I just don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Kissing each other?”
“Any of it.”
His hand rubbed her back in small circles; she wished she didn’t find it so soothing. “I like you, Charlotte.”
“Why?” she couldn’t help but asking.
“Because you’re talented and beautiful and a hundred other things. I’m physically attracted to you, I’ve made no secret about that.” He stepped closer and whispered in her ear. “I’d love to slide this soft robe off your body and kiss every exposed inch of you before I watch you orgasm over and over again.”
She swallowed, knowing multiple orgasms were practically impossible for her, except in dreams.
“Besides the physical, I want to know more about you. I realize a relationship between us puts you in a more precarious position than me.”
Relationship? He considered casual fucking a relationship? She was so confused. Shaking her head, she said, “I don’t understand. Aren’t you just looking for a warm body? Somebody to fuck?” Though she’d never winced when cursing before, cursing now, to a prince, she did.
He turned her gently to face him. He didn’t look upset at her language, just a little sad. “I might have been looking for a casual fuck before, but now I know that I’m looking for more. I think that
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