Shock Heir for the Crown Prince by Kelly Hunter

Author:Kelly Hunter [Hunter, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarlequinUKLtd
Published: 2017-12-31T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

ANA COULDN’T SLEEP. She’d risen from her bed, slipped the wrap someone had left in the bathroom around her nakedness and stargazed from the darkness of her balcony until her memories of hot flesh and ravenous lovemaking had dimmed. She stayed out there, drawing patterns between the stars, until her flesh grew cold and clammy but still her mind was full of Casimir.

Casimir the man, not Casimir the king.

She couldn’t get the butterfly from lunchtime and Cas’s reaction to it and his conversations with Sophia out of her head. It was as if he’d wanted to connect with her but didn’t quite know how. Given his upbringing, he probably didn’t know how to be part of a family unit, but she couldn’t fault the man for trying.

He’d made more of an impact on his daughter than he knew. He was no longer ‘that man’ or ‘the prince’ or ‘the king’ as far as Sophia was concerned. He was Cas who liked owls but didn’t like butterflies. At some point he would stop being Cas and become Papa and then it would be My father said... and My father gave me... A puppy, a pony, a castle.

Tutors, for mother and daughter both. Heaven help her.

She couldn’t get his stupid marriage proposal out of her head. There was a time when she would have joyfully said yes. She could still say yes. Bury all her doubt and uncertainty and craving for love beneath an avalanche of practicality. Embrace life as a royal consort. Remain wholly in her daughter’s life. Trust the man to know what he was doing when he’d made his offer of marriage in the first place.

Two weeks, he’d said when he came for them. A mere two weeks of your time. We can negotiate... Now he was offering her a place at his side and a marriage that would decidedly not be in name only. Forget about her old life. Learn how to be what he needed her to be—mother to a duchess and consort to a king—and maybe one day she’d feel more at home and less utterly out of her depth. Forget those wild dreams of Casimir loving her with all his heart. Instead be content with what he was offering.

Compromise.

The air on the walkway was too crisp. The view was too superb. This walkway was the jewel in the fortress crown, loading her senses until they were raw. The shy moon and the shadows, the lick of air on already cold skin. She thought of Casimir, the man who’d haunted her dreams for years and who’d taken her again last night with a hunger she’d been powerless to resist. When it came to pure passion he would always win.

Whether he offered love or not, she wanted him.

When darkness fell and the world disappeared, she always wanted him.

* * *

He was in the pool when she pushed the door to the bathhouse open, his head tipped back, his arms spread wide and his legs stretched out before him.

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