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That last part had an unexpected effect. The lust of a moment ago came back into his eyes. He knelt back down. “No,” he said. “Say it.”

Say it?I’d never once said that word, my whole life. It’s about as far from a princess’s vocabulary as it’s possible to get. “I want to be...fucked...by you.” My cheeks blazed as I said it.

But it worked. Something about hearing my accent wrapped around that dark, forbidden word. His whole body seemed to go hard with excitement. He roughly spread my thighs, his cock heavy and rock hard against me. “Say it again,” he growled. “Princess.”

I gulped. I was shocked to findIliked saying it, too. The filthiness of it was like rough iron chains tightening around the pleasure and squeezing it so it glowed even brighter. “I want you to fuck me,” I panted. This time, the words spilled out easily. “I want you to fuck me, Garrett.”

And with a growl his hands pushed my shoulders down to the floor and his cock parted my folds and—

I drew in my breath as hepushed...and slid inside me. Not deep. Not yet. But God, the feel of him, thick and hard inside me, every tiny movement sending fresh ripples of sensation through me. My fingers played over his back, nervous, uncertain. Knowing I wanted more but afraid.

He was supremely gentle with me, his self-control incredible. He moved so slowly that it was almost a rocking, just a millimeter more of him at a time. The deeper he went, the better it got: my whole body seemed to be clutching at him and everywhere wetouched there were new explosions of pleasure. I could see the aching lust on his face: he wanted to go fast, wanted to full-onravishme but he was holding back for my sake.

And then, with a final slow push of his hips, he drove all the way inside me. I lay there gasping, staring up at him, and he gently brushed my hair back off my forehead, leaned down and kissed my lips. “Okay?” he asked.

I swallowed, still getting used to it. To the feel of him, so hard, so deep, so hot.“Um-hm,”I managed.

And he began to fuck me.

It was a slow rhythm at first, gentle waves that made me close my eyes and bite my lip as the pleasure built and built and I got hotter, wetter. Then faster, his strokes getting longer and I gasped: the pull and drag of him sending streamers of silver pleasure crackling through me. He groaned and I realized I’d begun to circle my hips around him. He lowered himself to his forearms so he could touch his hands to mine and our fingers interlaced. I arched my back up off the robe, meeting his body as he moved against me. Each forward stroke made his chest stroke against my upraised nipples and we gasped at the contact. We were both panting, our bodies gleaming with sweat.

The heat inside me was gathering, tightening into a glowing center, throwing off streamers that made me gasp and jerk. My eyes opened: I needed to see him. The sight of his tanned ass, rising and falling between my legs, was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Right up until I looked into his eyes and saw how much he wanted me.

He was slamming into me, now, our bodies slapping together. The heat inside me tightened,cinching tighter and hotter with every thrust. I felt the first drop of rain hit my cheek, deliciously cold against my heated skin.

He propped himself on his elbows and took my breasts in his hands, squeezing, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. He was being careful not to hurt me, not to let his muscled body crush me, but a little more of his weight started to rock between my thighs and God, I loved it. I loved that he was so big, pinning me down on the roof. I pressed myself up to meet him, gasping, just as another drop of rain hit my leg.

His head came close to mine, his ear to my mouth and suddenly I was saying things, words spilling out in fevered pants. “God yes. Yes, like that. Fuck me like that.”I shut my eyes, caught my lower lip with my teeth but it was no good, it had to come out. “HARDER!”

I felt my face burning but Garrett growled, loving it. His hands grew rough at my breasts, sending dark ribbons of heat shooting down to my groin. His body rose and fell, his cock pounding me, owning me. Making me his.God,this was so much better than the pleasure I’d coaxed my body to, alone under the covers. The heat tightened down to a pinprick inside me, as hot as a star, then expanded, rushing out to fill me. My hands went wild on his back, sliding over his muscles, clutching him to me, “God, yes!”I wailed.

The sky released the rain and it bathed us, washing away who we were and the gulf between us. All that mattered was how much he wanted me and how much I wanted him. His thrusts became a blur, his cock silk-wrapped steel inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, arching my back and shouting my climax as I spasmed and shook around him. He rode me throughit, the pleasure stretching out and out, and then groaned and shuddered atop me as he released.

I remember lying there for long minutes, the rain hammering down on his back, me safely sheltered beneath him as I panted and trembled and finally lifted my head to kiss his chest. I remember him picking me up and carrying me to the stairwell and then down the stairs to our suite. I remember being laid down on soft sheets. And then nothing.

36

KRISTINA

The first thingI felt was him. A glorious presence behind me in the bed, a warmth that pressed against my back all the way from shoulders to ankles. I tried to nestle back into him and it was wonderful.This is what it’s like to wake up with someone.

The second thing was the change in me. Not just the warm, pleasant ache between my thighs or the way my breasts still throbbed with the memory of his hard fingers. I’d done it. That moment I’d been thinking about for so long had happened. It had been completely different to the way I’d imagined it: a four poster bed and Egyptian cotton sheets and some earnest, well-bred man atop me. And so, so much better.

The third thing I couldn’t figure out at first because it was something that was missing. I lay there trying to figure it out for a few minutes and then sat up, frowning.

Garrett sat up, too, and kissed my bare shoulder. Then he got up and ambled across the room and started making coffee. His naked ass made it difficult to concentrate, but this was important. What was it that was missing?

Then I got it, and drew in my breath. I hadn’t had the nightmare.

“Something wrong?” Garrett passed me a cup of coffee and sat down on the bed.

I shook my head and smiled a shy smile.No!Everything was so veryright!

But he turned and glanced at the door that led out to the suite. Where Emerik and Jakov and Caroline and reality were waiting. Then he looked towards the window. I followed his gaze and my stomach filled with cold dread.

It was dawn. In just a few hours, we’d have to go to his friend’s airfield. Then I’d get on a plane. Without him.

“No,” I said tightly. “I want to stay.”