Page 61 of The Prince Who Loved Me

“To whatever lame ex-boyfriends ever gave you the notion that your ideas don’t have value.” He curled his fingers through her hair, holding her still, making her listen. “You’re smart, you’re resourceful, and you have a unique way of looking at the world that was shaped by your experiences. I wouldn’t give up or change anything about you.”

This kiss was meant to back up his statement, a confident, equal, give and take. A slow burn started in his blood and he backed off, unwilling to make it seem about him.

Brandi grabbed his lapels and eagerly devoured his mouth, molding her body against his in a delicious statementof surrender. Not to what he demanded, but to what they both wanted. And right now, he wanted to taste more than her lips.

He dragged his mouth down to her throat and was rewarded by her sharp intake of breath. He licked and nibbled in turn, giving in to the passion that drove him. Her hands kneaded and stroked his back, lower and lower, until her fingertips dipped into the waistline of his pants.

The contact made him groan and he couldn’t hold back the thrust of his hips. She’d never touched him there before.

“Let’s get back to the plane.” The desire in her eyes nearly drove him wild. “I want to see how the space converts into a bedroom.”

Sebastien hardened all over at her words. God, yes, he wanted her, had longed for her for years, but she had to know she was special.

But then she stopped and kissed him again, and he was lost.

They stumbled over the sand, the ocean roaring behind them as they half-ran to the car. Once inside, Sebastien managed to maintain some sense of decorum while their driver transported them back to the small airport.

But he couldn’t stop caressing her. Her roughened fingers and their trim nails. The smoothness of her arm. Her knees, her thighs. All there for him to touch. And soon for him to taste. She felt him, too. Her hands slid down his chest, stopping at his heart. He tried to keep it from exploding under her warmth.

Finally they boarded the plane, and he ushered her to the back of the fuselage.

Loïc entered behind them. “Can I get you anyth—”

“No.”

Brandi let out a laugh as Loïc closed a paneled divider, giving them their privacy.

Hot anticipation swept through him. This is what he’ddreamed about for years. Brandi in his arms. Brandi in his bed. Just Brandi. He reached for her again, one arm loose around her waist, the other nestled in her hair, and stared at her beautiful face.

“You’re here. With me,” he said.

“I can’t believe it took me this long.”

The heady rush from the beach had subsided in the limo ride, but not his desire and longing. Then he’d been ready to take her on the sand, but now, now he wanted to savor every second. He undid the first button of her top and leaned down to press one kiss against her breast. Then he straightened and undid the second button and kissed her again.

By the time he had finished unbuttoning her shirt and kissing her exposed skin, she had grabbed his shoulders. Her body trembled beneath his touch as she moaned.

He was trembling, too. So much for a cool façade. For years he’d waited, watching and wanting. And now, the only thing between him and her breasts was the black lacy material of her bra.

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Brandi was on fire. Everywhere Sebastien had caressed ignited a dormant flame. And now, the heat from his stare threatened to melt every last part of her.

She couldn’t stand it anymore. She grabbed his hands and covered her breasts with them. “Touch me,” she gasped.

He dipped his head, stirring her nipple into a hardened peak and sending darts of pleasure to her center. Never before had she been so aroused her first time with someone. His lips suckled her through the material of her bra and she bit back a grunt, grabbing his head and keeping him in place while her body arched into his.

Wait, why was he still covered? He drew back and blew on her breast. The cool air alerted her nerve endings and she moaned low in her throat, but made her hands go for the buttons of his shirt. She’d seen him shirtless before, admired his solid muscles and hardened chest, but never got to explore it and claim it as her own, to unwrap him like he had unwrapped her.

She undid the first button, then kissed under his collarbone, adding a little nip that elicited a groan in the back of his throat. After she undid the second, she slipped her hands under the material and outlined the ridges of his muscles, ticking her fingers with the patch of chest hair. He rolled his hips into her and she went after the third button.

“That’s not happening,” he growled. He tugged at his shirt and soon his chest was bared for her exploration. Only she didn’t get the chance, as he began a fresh onslaught on her other breast. All she could do was hold on as waves of pleasure crested through her, pooling into the heat of her core. She was close to an orgasm already, and was still half-clothed.

Sebastien seemed to notice that, too, and undid the belt that separated the parts of her jumpsuit. He pulled it from the long loops, the soft ssshing sound and slide around her waist putting naughty images in her mind. She’d have to file that away for the next time.

Oh, man. The next time.

The jumpsuit slid down her legs, but her shoes caught in the material.