One Night with Prince Charming (Aristocratic Grooms #2)(27)
Author: Anna DePalo

She felt his warm breath on her thigh, and her delicate skin was stroked by the slight abrasiveness of his jaw.

He squeezed her calf as his lips grazed her thigh. He let his lips trail down first one leg and then the other.

Pia quivered in response.

In the next moment, she moaned as he sucked on her tender flesh. She couldn’t help herself, but it seemed to excite him to hear how he was making her feel.

Her hands tangled in his hair, and she urged him upward for an urgent kiss. She met him halfway, sitting up, and they kissed, his hands wandering her back urgently.

She was crazy to think she could be unforgettable to a man of his experience. She was loony to think she could match his level of sophistication in seduction.

But then he obliged her with a groan deep in his throat. “Ah, Pia…what you do to me.”

She rubbed his arousal. “I can tell.”

He grew in a sharp breath. “You’re not as shy as I remembered.”

She hoped not.

Since he’d left her, she’d made a point of studying romantic movies, reading a book or two and renting some videos—all in an attempt to overcome some of her naiveté and inexperience. She’d thought she’d never have fallen for Hawk’s practiced skills if she’d been more knowledgeable. And at the same time, irrationally, she’d started to believe that Hawk wouldn’t have left her if she’d been more of a seductress.

Still, she didn’t think now was the time to mention to him that she’d been educating herself.

Instead, she tilted her head, and asked innocently, “You don’t want me to be…uninhibited?”

“Of course I’d love it.”

She gave him a smile.

“How am I going to get you out of these clothes?” he mused, his eyes sweeping over her.

She straightened, and then slid off the bed and turned to face him. “You won’t have to. I-I’m going to strip for you.”

He smiled, slow and sexy, doing funny things to her insides.

The room was cool and shadowed, the shades apparently still drawn from when he was dressing and undressing.

Pia pulled her top over her head and tossed it on a dresser.

Catching Hawk’s hot gaze, she teased him by tracing the edges of her lacy pink bra with her fingertips.

Hawk continued avidly watching her with hooded eyes.

Pia wet her lips, running the tip of her tongue over the plump and swollen formation of her mouth.

She still felt the imprint of Hawk’s kisses there. And judging from the look of him, Hawk was on a tight leash, stopping himself from giving her more and then some.

“This is going to be the shortest strip on record,” he murmured thickly. “Need some help there?”

She knew her ni**les were outlined against the nylon fabric of her bra, the coolness of the room adding to her arousal. Her br**sts were a bit oversized for her frame, giving her the appearance of a busty fairy. However, since high school, she hadn’t caught a guy eyeing them as lustily as Hawk was.

She shivered, and Hawk crooked his finger at her.

Her stomach did a somersault.

She came to him, and he caught her, leaning back to lie down on the bed as she straddled him.

Mouth met mouth in a voracious kiss. Then he was feasting on her br**sts, and she threw back her head and luxuriated in the sensation.

“Hawk.”

He unclasped her bra and peeled away the offending barrier, his mouth barely leaving her in the process. He suckled her, his hands bunching her br**sts together for his greedy lips.

Pia felt sweet and piercing-hot sensations shoot through her. In response, she rubbed against him.

Hawk lifted his mouth from her breast and sat up so they were face-to-face. “If we don’t slow down,” he muttered thickly, his mouth close to hers, “this is going to be over in two minutes.”

“Th-three y-years is a long time to wait.”

“Too long.”

With one hand, she opened the first button of his shirt, and then the next and the next. All the while, she was aware of the rasp of his breath as her gaze focused on the strong column of his throat.

She finally undid his cuffs and tugged at his shirt.

He obliged her by sitting up and shrugging out of his white shirt and the undershirt below.

He quirked his lips. “Now what?”

“D-do you have a blindfold for yourself?”

He laughed helplessly.

“You’re only half-naked,” she protested.

“It’s a situation I’m more than happy to rectify.”

She moved aside, and he got off the bed.

But before he could make a further move, she stopped him, laying a hand on his arm.

“Let me.”

Getting up herself, she worked slowly but surely, her hands brushing his arousal and causing his breathing to deepen.

She slid his belt free of its loops and then lowered his zipper.

He helped her then, and the room sounded with the thud of his shoes and the slither of his pants and boxers.

Pia caressed his arousal freely before bending and kneeling before him.

Hawk groaned. “Pia, Pia…ah, sweet.”

Pia was lost in the experience of making love in a way she never had before. She felt the tension in Hawk’s muscles and the throbbing heat of his flesh. And when she gave him the most intimate kiss she could imagine, he stiffened and groaned again, gripping the bedside table.

“Pia,” Hawk said, his voice heavy and thick with arousal. “You’ve definitely…changed.”

She’d had time over the past three years to replay the night she’d lost her innocence to Hawk. She’d had time to imagine different scenarios. She’d had time to see herself as the seductress instead of the one being seduced.

And now, unexpectedly, she had a chance to realize some of those fantasies. With him. Because he’d always been the lover whom she’d imagined.

She focused on giving pleasure and soaking in the sounds of how much Hawk was enjoying her ministrations.

She wanted to make him lose control.

Moments ticked by, and then, on an oath, Hawk disengaged her, pulling her up for a rough kiss.

“I’m not going to ask where you learned that,” he said darkly.

If only he knew, Pia thought.

She thrilled at the tacit admission that she’d given him unexpected pleasure. She warmed to the tinge of jealousy in his voice.

“T-take me,” she said, her request a plea and a demand. “H-Hawk, p-please.”

He swept her up into his arms and laid her on the bed again. He rid her of her belted skirt, her last piece of clothing and of protection from his avid gaze.