Cinderella's Royal Seduction / Crowned At The Desert King's Command. Dani Collins
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Название: Cinderella's Royal Seduction / Crowned At The Desert King's Command
Автор: Dani Collins
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Modern
isbn: 9780008900106
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Tension coiled in her abdomen. Through her whole body. She licked his skin and kissed him with abandon, trying to make him understand how exquisite he was making her feel. How he was torturing her beyond what she thought she could stand, yet she never wanted him to stop.
In a subtle move, he hitched her a fraction higher and his touch probed. Her inner muscles tightened at the intrusion of his finger. She shivered despite being so hot she thought she would incinerate. He bit tenderly at her lips with his own, teasing kisses of reassurance as the pressure of his palm rocked where she needed it most.
She saw stars. Gripped him tightly in her fist and matched the rhythm of his thrusts with a lift of her hips against his firm hand. The crisis rose. She tasted copper and thought she might have bitten his lip. She wasn’t sure, but he didn’t complain. He only kept up the wild caresses that carried them both over a waterfall so they plunged freely off a cliff into the mist.
RHYS VAGUELY WONDERED if there was an aphrodisiac in these waters, because he had never climaxed so hard in his life. Despite aching from the force of it, he wanted nothing but to pull Sopi astride him and sink into the satin depths he’d claimed with his touch.
He gently cradled her trembling body against his unsteady heart, trying to find his breath. Trying to find a shred of sense, because all-night lovemaking had a place—and it wasn’t a primordial pond in the frozen wilderness.
With a virgin disguised as a woodland nymph.
He didn’t disbelieve her about her inexperience, but he was incredulous that such a passionate woman hadn’t found someone to share her sensuality with.
No one has ever made me feel like this.
Him, either, and that shook him. He wasn’t entitled to this sort of high. His deepest instincts began to war, one side warning him that he couldn’t have this. The other, greedier side wanted to mate and mate some more. Grind himself against her until they were nothing but dust.
She posed a very serious danger, this curious, unassuming goddess of a woman.
He rose abruptly, making her gasp at the shock of cold air on her wet skin.
He twisted to ease her back under the warmth of the water, seating her on the flat ledge he’d vacated.
She blinked in surprise, mouth pouted and shiny from their endless kisses, all but her collarbone hidden from his insatiable gaze.
“I’ll fetch you a towel and a robe.” He waded out of the water, welcoming the bracing slap of winter frost that cleared his head so he could think.
“You don’t have to,” she said in a small voice behind him.
“I want to,” he insisted, pushing his wet arms into his robe and belting it tightly. “Two minutes.”
Sopi was reeling from what she’d done with the prince. Her whole body tingled with lassitude, the kind that made her want to groan in luxury at how deliciously sated she felt. She couldn’t think of any other experience that had left her so dreamily satisfied.
His abrupt departure caused her a pinch of distress, though. The longer she sat here, the more she began to feel self-conscious about her lack of inhibition. About waiting here like a harem girl for the sheik to return.
When she heard his footsteps crunching through the trees, she sat a little straighter, mouth trembling into a shy smile of greeting.
It wasn’t him. It was one of his bodyguards. The clean towel and robe he carried glowed like an armload of snow as he approached.
Throat locked, eyes burning in mounting horror, Sopi watched him look indecisively between the soggy pants and shirt she’d left atop her shoes and the snow-covered bench nearby.
“The prince offers his regrets that he couldn’t bring these himself. He said he will speak to you in the morning. Um… Here?” He shook out the items and hung them on the fence, then stepped through the gate and stood with his back to her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, appalled when he stayed there.
“I’m to escort you safely indoors.”
Her embarrassment turned to outrage. “I’m fine. Go.”
“With respect, I have my orders. Take your time.”
She stewed with impotent fury as she realized her choices were to argue while she boiled or end this as quickly as possible. Why was the practical choice always to give in?
And why hadn’t Rhys come back himself? Had she turned him off? Had he finished with her already? Was he mad that she hadn’t put out with actual sex?
Growing more and more horrified by what she’d done, she waded out and shook the robe open, struggling into it without bothering to dry herself. When she scooped up her clothes, she glanced at the thick snow on the far side of the pool and decided to find her underwear in the morning, when it was light.
Moments later, she stomped through the trees toward her cabin, surprising the bodyguard into saying, “Ma’am?” He hurried to follow her new direction.
She ignored him, aware of him trailing her, but she didn’t even look at him as she got to her door, unlocked it, then closed it in his face, locking it again from the inside.
With hot, dry eyes and wet, tangled hair, she fell into bed.
Rhys had returned to the deserted spa in time to hear Nanette trying to pull rank on his bodyguard.
“I’m the owner. I can go anywhere I want,” she insisted.
“Your mother claims to own it,” Rhys had said flatly, moving forward to prevent her from realizing he was coming from the hallway to the building’s exit, not the men’s room.
Nanette faltered, frosty expression morphed into welcome.
“That’s what I mean, of course. My mother is the owner. Your Highness,” she added with a sweet smile especially for him. “When I saw your man standing guard, I wanted to be sure you had everything you need.”
“Everything but privacy.”
Her smile stiffened, and she looked past him. He waited for her gaze to come back and held it with his most unapologetically imperious glare.
She sniffed and said, “I’ll leave you to it, then.”
“Do.” He waited until she was out of earshot before he muttered his instructions СКАЧАТЬ