Not Fit for a King? by Jane Porter

Author:Jane Porter
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781408926345
Publisher: HarlequinUKLtd
Published: 2011-11-10T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

HANNAH woke up early the next morning in a very dark room, in a strange bed, feeling utterly disoriented. And then turning over, she bumped against a very large, warm, solid person and it all came back to her.

She was in Zale’s room, in his bed, naked.

Bits and pieces of the past night came to her. Guilt pummeled her. Why had she let this happen? How could she have let it happen?

Worse, how could she have enjoyed it so much?

But it had been amazing. He’d been amazing and last night he’d managed with his talented hands and mouth and body to sweep away her better judgment, as well as any inhibitions.

Blushing in the dark, she remembered how she’d practically screamed his name as she came … so really, truly mortifying. Hannah couldn’t imagine Emmeline screaming during sex. Couldn’t imagine that a proper princess would lose control like that.

Hannah rolled back over onto her stomach and pressed her face into her pillow, and let out a muffled shout.

“I can hear that,” Zale said dryly, next to her in the dark. “Anything you’d care to share?”

She pushed up onto her elbows and looked his way although the heavy drapes and blackout shades made it impossible to see. “I threw myself at you.”

“I liked it,” he said, shifting onto his own back and plumping pillows behind his head. “You did, too.”

“I know I did, but …” she gritted, throwing back the covers and about to leave the bed when Zale’s hand shot out, caught her by the wrist and pulled her toward him.

“But what?” he demanded, rising over her, straddling her hips and pinning her arms down over her head.

The air against her bare breasts made her nipples tighten and goose bumps danced across her skin. She arched against the pressure of his hands, which just made her nipples pebble harder.

She felt Zale shift, his hips sinking against her as his head dipped, his lips claiming one of her taut nipples, taking it into his warm, damp mouth.

Hannah shivered as he sucked on the sensitive bud, his tongue lazily flicking and then stroking until her hips strained up, pushing against him. His body was hard, his shaft long and rigid, the thick, rounded head pushing at the juncture of her thighs. All she had to do was bend her knees, open her legs.

And then she did, sliding her legs open beneath the weight of his, allowing his body to settle lower, the head of his shaft teasing her inner lips, nudging her hot, slick opening.

She wiggled beneath him, needing more but he didn’t push forward, didn’t do anything other than lift his head and move to the other breast, giving the tender nipple the same attention he’d shown the first.

Hannah panted and wiggled again, lifting her hips up to grind against him. The smooth silken head of his shaft rubbed up and down her opening, sliding over her clitoris and then down over her wetness. She shivered and trembled and wiggled again.

He sucked harder on her nipple and she nearly screamed out loud.

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