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

his view of her that way. He couldn’t be disappointed, though, as she reached up to touch his chest. Beneath her fingers, his skin tingled. The hairs lifted.
    “You’re so hard here,” she whispered.
    He grimaced. “That’s not the only place I’m hard.”
    “Here too?”
    She wrapped her fingers around his erection and he let out a hiss of pleasure.
    “I will not last long if you do that, glykia mou .”
    “What does that mean? Will you tell me?”
    He threaded his fingers through her wet hair. “My sweet.”
    There was a pause, then she turned her head just enough to press a kiss to the skin just above his collarbone.
    The small action snapped the feeble thread of control he’d held onto. With a low growl, he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed, blinded by nothing but this passion between them and the need to satiate it.
    He lowered her onto the plush comforter and then straightened to take a moment to remove his swim trunks. While his hands were preoccupied undressing, he touched her with his gaze.
    She entranced him. Creamy skin with freckles sprinkling her body like an afterthought of an artist painting a work of art. She was not voluptuous, but the curves she had were understated and perfect, gracing her body wonderfully. The only place she was a bit curvier was her backside—which had tempted him from the beginning.
    He wasn’t the only one making observations. Her blue-green gaze moved over him, alight with desire and maybe a hint of apprehension.
    Her gaze lifted again, colliding with his, and just like that the apprehension vanished and nothing but need lingered. Her lips were swollen from kissing, her hair disheveled and damp. She was a goddess in his bed.
    “Beautiful. You are so beautiful, Eva.”
    The words seemed a cliché. And maybe they were. He couldn’t deny he’d spoken them before to other women, but he couldn’t be sure now that he’d ever been sincere before. That he’d ever been so captivated at the sight of a woman.
    “So are you.” She blushed. “Handsome, I mean. A Greek God come to life to be my f…” She lifted her chin and gave a small smile. “My fantasy for the evening.”
    Undressed now, he joined her on the bed and eased onto his side next to her.
    “Only this is no fantasy.” He traced his fingers over her ribcage and slowly upward. Her body trembled beneath his fingers and her nipples tightened further. “Everything is real, and tomorrow—”
    “Shh.” She wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled his head down toward hers. “I don’t care. I don’t even care that you’re a prince. I only care how you make me feel right now.” She kissed him softly. “Make love to me, Kostas.”

 
     
     
Chapter 14
     
     
    Eva didn’t want to tell him this was her first time. She’d considered it, briefly, but the fear of him calling things to a halt had her biting her tongue.
    There was a fairly good chance he wouldn’t even notice anyway. She was twenty-five. Any physical evidence of her being a virgin was long gone.
    Before she could second guess her decision, he crushed his mouth down on hers, driving her lips apart with his and kissing her until she couldn’t form a coherent thought.
    Then his mouth lifted from hers and he began a trail of kisses downward, tracing the curve of her jaw to the hollows of her throat.
    Each sensual kiss sent liquid heat through her body and she moaned softly, her hips arching. He pressed a kiss to her furiously beating pulse and cupped one hip, holding her still.
    Her breath locked in her chest as he moved lower. Kissing the tops of her breasts and then moving achingly slow south.
    She wanted his mouth there. Needed it. But he couldn’t be rushed.
    His breath warmed her nipple and she bit her lip, trying not to cry out. When his mouth finally closed around the tip, she lost all restraint and gasped.
    He suckled her breast, each flick of his tongue against her making the sweet ache low in her belly