Corrupted by the Prince (A is for Alpha Book 5) by Shelli Stevens Page A

him and whimper for more.
    God. He needed more too. So much more.
    Sliding his hands down her waist, he cupped the soft swells of her bottom and lifted her. He didn’t break the kiss as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
    The need to take her was overridden by his conscience urging him not to do it in the pool. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d made love to a woman in a pool, but it didn’t feel right. There was a prickle of guilt warning him that this time he needed to do better with Eva. At least for their first time making love.
    He moved them out of the pool and the sudden rush of cool air against his wet skin warned him the temperature had dropped and the wind had also picked up.
    This time he sensed that the shiver that ran through her was not from desire, but from the cold.
    He lifted his mouth from hers and rasped, “Let’s go inside and get more comfortable.”
    She didn’t open her eyes, but drew in a ragged breath. She bit her lip and gave a tiny nod. Relief slid through him, though he couldn’t say why. With the passion and tension at an explosive level between them, he would’ve been more surprised if she’d said no.
    Kostas bypassed the loungers and walked them inside the house, nudging the door shut behind him with his foot.
    Within minutes he’d made his way through the silent house to the large bedroom. The only light was from a scented candle burning on the coffee table, and the moon shining through the skylight.
    When he reached the bed, he slowly lowered Eva back to the floor. Her eyes were still closed as she moved her hands to his shoulders, her fingernails digging lightly into the skin there.
    Another stab of uncertainty hit him, and he blinked, struggling to understand where this was coming from.
    “Eva…”
    “Don’t ask me if I’m certain I want to do this, because I am.” After another moment, her lashes drifted up and her gaze held his. “I really am, Kostas.”
     
    Kostas’s chest swelled with the breath he took, and how fast his heart thundered. Her words eased the tension and doubt lingering inside him. All that remained was the hot, driving need in his blood to have her.
    Slowly, Kostas. You will not lose control.
    He cradled her face between his palms and lowered his head to kiss her again. The restraint not to ravage her mouth, or to completely lose himself as he had in the pool, had his hands trembling.
    The taste of her was addictive. Beneath the champagne there was a sweet hesitancy. Almost as if she were discovering every inch of his mouth as he was hers.
    Despite the fact that they were both in swimwear, there was far too much fabric between them. He lifted his head, dragging in a ragged breath.
    Eva must have had the same thought, because before he could reach to tug down her straps she reached up to do so herself.
    His breath caught as she peeled the clingy green fabric inch by inch downward. More and more smooth flesh came into view. Soon there was so much more than just the tantalizing swell at the top of her breasts. The pale flesh was interrupted by taut, berry-colored nipples and his mouth went dry.
    Beneath his swim trunks his flesh hardened further. She pulled the fabric off her breasts, baring them to his hungry eyes.
    She hesitated after that, seeming suddenly shy to go any further.
    He held her gaze, trying to reassure her silently that she had nothing to fear. Reaching for her, he cupped one perfect breast in his palm, grazing the nipple with his thumb.
    A tremble rocked her body and her lashes fell over dilated pupils. Wanting the rest of her naked, and knowing she couldn’t be comfortable in the wet swim costume, he curled his fingers in the fabric and peeled it down the rest of her body until it fell to the floor.
    She stepped out of it and kicked it to the side, giving a small, unsteady smile.
    For a moment he thought she would cover herself. She lifted her hands as if to do so, but then stepped close so their bodies brushed, blocking