“I really like those jeans.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to my neck. His free hand gripped my hip as he moved in a slow rhythm.
When he pulled away from me, I made a sound of disappointment. Thankfully he was just giving himself a little room and yanked my jeans down to my ankles. I gasped and started to turn, but he kept a hand on my back so I couldn’t see what he was doing. When I heard the zipper of his pants, my breathing picked up and I wasn’t sure if it was in nervousness or anticipation.
He moved his hands over my ass in appreciation, squeezing gently. I’d never been taken like this and I didn’t know what to expect. When he reached around to massage me again, I groaned loudly. I was putty in his hands, weak with wanting.
“Is this okay?” He pressed against me so that I could feel the heat of his erection.
I nodded my head, unable to find my voice. His fingers continued to rub me until I was slick with need. He pushed at my opening and my breath caught. I froze and had to take a deep breath.
“Samantha?” I could hear the strain in his words.
“I’m okay.” My voice sounded raspy so I swallowed and tried again. “I want you.”
He pressed against me again, but this time didn’t stop. Slowly he slid inch by inch inside me until I could feel his balls pressed against my swollen mound. He groaned something in Lilarian and I took a deep breath. It was different, but good. From this angle he filled me completely.
When he pulled back out, I gasped and then whimpered with his reentry. Soon my h*ps were rocking with him and I was moaning against the counter, my hot breath leaving little clouds of condensation on the cold stone.
“Alex.” I groaned his name loudly as his thrusts sped up.
“I missed you.” He slammed into me and I could feel the orgasm building to its peak. His thrusts came faster and faster until words were impossible. With one final push, he jerked inside of me and pleasure exploded over my body. My legs shook weakly and my breath came out in heavy pants.
“Missed you, too.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
A Prince on the Streets, a Freak in the Sheets?
—The Gossip Crown
The next morning I woke up to the sound of Alex’s gentle snoring. I opened my eyes to see him still sound asleep. I didn’t want to wake him because I knew he was exhausted after his week in Paris. I couldn’t believe he had worked so hard just so he could come back early.
I studied the planes of his face as he slept, committing them to memory. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of looking at him. What had surprised me over the last month had been how much I loved just being with him. I hadn’t thought it would be possible to feel so comfortable with Alex, but I was quickly finding that I didn’t know how I had lived so long without him. My phone beeped on the nightstand and I carefully dislodged his arm so I could turn to see who was calling.
When I realized it was my dad I rolled off the bed and tiptoed out of the room.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Sam.” He sounded tired and I tried to figure out what time it was back home, but my mind was too foggy to do the math. I knew it was way too early for a phone call.
“What’s wrong, Dad?” I went to the library and grabbed one of the blankets off the small sofa.
“The doctor wants me to push back my trip.”
“Why?” I chewed on my nail, waiting for the bad news. There was no way it could be anything else.
“There was no change in the scan and they’ve put me on a different medicine.” He sounded so tired it made my heart clench.
“Then we need to get you over here even sooner.”
“I want to wait. The medicine makes me feel pretty bad.” He sighed. “They said it would take a little while for me to get used to it.”
“Dad, why can’t they try something else?” I shook my head angrily. “That’s crazy! They need to change it.” He didn’t say anything for a while and I listened to his labored breathing. “Dad?”
“This is the best thing for me right now. Even Dr. Bielefeld thinks so.”
“You’ve spoken to Dr. Bielefeld?” That made me feel better. “Is he working with your doctors in the States?”
“Yes. They contacted him when they got the scans back. I’ve spoken to him several times now.” His voice was so strained.
“What are you doing up so early? You sound terrible.”
“Gee, thanks, honey.” He chuckled and for just a moment sounded like his normal self.
“I’m serious. Why are calling me so early?”
“I wanted to catch you before your day started. I know how busy you are and didn’t want to interrupt anything later.”
“What does the medicine do? I mean, what’s making you feel so bad?”
“Just makes me sick to my stomach.” He sighed. “And I have a hard time sleeping.”
“I’ll come home.” I rubbed at my cheek. “Chadwick can get me a flight tonight or tomorrow.”
“Absolutely not,” he snapped. I froze, surprised, because he wasn’t one to raise his voice. “I’m coming there, remember?” His voice softened. “I just need to let the medicine get into my system good.”
“I want to be there. I wouldn’t have left if I’d known.”
“I know.” His tone made my eyebrows pull together. “It’s okay. I didn’t mean to upset you, but I knew you’d want to know.”