The Prince

“Probably.”

“Are you going to beat me and make me change my name to Toby?”

“How racist are you, Nora?”

“My lone female friend is Haitian, Wes. We like to watch Roots together and chug our vodka every time someone says Toby.”

“That’s it. Motel 6 time.”

Laughing, Nora threw her arms around Wesley again and pulled him into a hug. She couldn’t seem to stop doing that. The reality of him still shocked her. Fifteen months apart and suddenly…here he was right in front of her. In her arms. All six feet of his beautiful, twenty-year-old body. Nora sighed against his shoulder and basked in the warmth of him, the scent of him.

“Summer…” she whispered as she inhaled deeply. “You always smell like summer. Did I ever tell you that?”

Wesley chuckled and Nora smiled when his chest vibrated with the sound.

“You have. You told me that the first night I stayed at your house. You were out on the back porch sniffing the air. You said it smelled like…”

Nora looked up at him. “Søren.”

Wesley nodded. “Yeah. That guy.”

“You met him. Finally. What did you think?” Nora pulled away and sat on the back of the couch.

“I think he’s too tall.”

She crossed her legs at the ankles and smiled. “You can tell me the truth. There is no horrible thing you can say about him that I haven’t already heard or already thought and probably already said to his face.”

“Fine, then. I think he’s an ass**le. He’s arrogant and cold, and he really truly believes you are his property. You get that, right? I know you kinky types like to play the property game. ‘He’s my slave.’ ‘She’s my pet.’ It isn’t that. He thinks he owns you. A hundred and fifty years ago, you’d be staying in this house when it was real slave quarters, and he would rape you and whip you whenever he felt like it.”

“Probably.” She didn’t argue, couldn’t argue. “Good thing it’s the twentieth century, right?”

“Twenty-first.”

“He’s not a bad person. He isn’t. He is, in fact, the best man on earth, not that anyone ever believes me when I tell them that.”

Wesley exhaled slowly. Nora cocked her head and smiled at him. She wasn’t sure if he saw the smile and she didn’t care. She just couldn’t look at him without smiling. That face of his, so sweet and handsome. Those sweet eyes. That goddamn too-long hair she was going to cut the second he let his guard down.

“I’ll say one nice thing about him,” Wesley finally said. “He did let you come with me.”

Nora swallowed. “There was no letting me. Wes, just the thought you were within a hundred yards of me…no army in this world or the next could have stopped me from getting to you.”

She met his eyes and saw the surprise in them. The surprise quickly changed to something else.

Wesley took a step forward. Then another. Nora didn’t make him take the third step. She stood and reached out for him and was in his arms once again. But this time no one stopped them when his lips crashed down onto hers. He tasted like summer and his touch burned her body like the sun.

His tongue sought hers with such tentativeness she nearly giggled. Poor kid. He had no idea how much he could give her, how much she would take from him. Digging her hands into his too-long hair, she pulled them even closer together, sighed into his mouth and rejoiced silently when Wesley took the hint. His hands slid down her back and cupped her bottom gently. The intimacy of his touch resonated deep within her. Some part of her had missed this…whatever it was, this tenuousness in him, this respect she felt in his hands, on his lips. He was careful with her. That was it. He touched her as if he worried he’d break her.

She’d never been with a man who hadn’t wanted to break or be broken by her.

This would take some getting used to.

“You’re so beautiful,” Wesley whispered in her ear. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the second we broke up.”

He wove his hands into her hair and held her to his chest.

Okay, she was already used to this.

“I missed you, too. I know you might not believe that, but I missed you every damn day. I…” Nora held on to Wesley as if her life depended on it, and in that moment she thought it might. “I love Søren. I won’t lie to you. You don’t get what we have, and that’s fine. Very few people do. But when I was with you...Wesley, I liked who I was when I was with you. You make me a different person, a better person. And then you were gone and that Nora was gone, too. I missed you, yes. So f**king much. But I missed who I was with you just as much.”

Wesley kissed the top of her head. Taking her by the shoulders, he stared down at her.

“There’s only one Nora Sutherlin—the smart, funny, sweet, silly running-around-in-penguin-pajamas Nora Sutherlin who cares about writing and me and getting in two naps a day. The Nora you were with me was the real Nora, is the real Nora. Not the sadist Nora. Not the infamous Nora. Just…my Nora. If I don’t do anything else this week, I will convince you of that.”

“Good luck.” She smiled at him through tears. “That’s going to take a lot of convincing.”

“Then I better start right now.”

“It’s kind of late. Bedtime, kiddo.”

Wesley cupped the side of her face and brushed a tear off her cheek with his thumb.