Stolen to Wear His Crown by Marcella Bell

Author:Marcella Bell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-09-08T13:52:22+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

IT HAD TO be shock. Shock that was setting in after a day that had begun with her first hangover, included a plane crash, and was now coming to a close with a disorienting coziness that felt almost normal—albeit on a rather larger scale than most people could afford.

Considering the last few weeks of her life, any hint of normalcy would be reason enough for her to go into shock. So that was what was happening. That was why her temperature had spiked when she’d turned to see Zayn’s broad chest, clean and gleaming, a plush low-slung towel wrapped around his waist the only barrier between her eyes and his full naked glory.

Shock was why her breasts had gone heavy and tender when he’d stepped closer to her in the kitchen, and her imagination had supplied her with the sensation of his breath against the back of her neck, his body heat radiating outward to envelop her.

Shock was behind the growing heat at her core—not the King.

Her body was short-circuiting from a system overload, rather than due to the arousal the biologist in her demanded that she acknowledge. She was a mammal, after all. She couldn’t help her body’s natural response to being confronted with the perfection that was her King.

Golden and muscled, his chest was sprinkled with light hair that disappeared around his gorgeous pectorals and didn’t reappear again until it formed the line that began below his navel and disappeared beneath the towel.

Mina swallowed.

She had seen the naked human form before, but never like this. Never so visceral and hot and alive. Never so commanding. Never so cut.

It had been hard enough to focus during their hours of hiking, when only his chest had been exposed. There was no way she would make it through dinner knowing he had nothing on under the towel.

What would her grandmother think of her wild thoughts? How could she sit at a table and eat her grandmother’s recipe while her mind took off on a carnal tear, presenting her with crisp images of kissing a trail from his jaw all the way down his chest and along that oh-so-kindly marked path she’d observed.

She was going to combust while he laid out utensils on the table.

Human immolation was rare, but scientifically possible, given the right conditions. And the growing internal inferno that threatened to engulf her entire body seemed like the right conditions.

Shoving her hands into oven mitts, at this point more to protect the pan from her heat than the other way round, she carried the dish to the trivet Zayn had laid on the table.

“Mina...” His voice was a seductive caress. “That looks delicious.”

Since it wasn’t possible to blush any more than she already was, Mina tried playing it cool as she joined him at the table. “Thank you. It helps to have such high-quality ingredients.”

Zayn smiled and her toes curled in her socks.

“My dad used to say the same thing,” he said.

His dad. King Alden. She wondered if she would ever get used to such casual references to royalty.

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