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He fell down gently on top of her. With her legs still spread wide, his jean-covered hips aligned with the now drenched and meager cotton. He waited until her eyes, now soft and dazed, met his.

 

“Taste yourself on me,” he said and devoured her mouth. She licked his tongue clean and took more; he was only too happy to give.

 

“Nate,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I never thought, I mean I didn’t think that I would ever–”

 

He kissed her into silence for a few moments. “You don’t need to say anything if you don’t want to. How are you feeling?”

 

“Miraculous,” she said, then blushed as though she hadn’t meant to say anything at all.

 

Nate chuckled. “You are miraculous, orgasm or no.” He buried his head against her neck and settled in, wanting to enjoy the feel of her under him for a few more minutes.

 

Her fingers delved into his hair, gently brushing it back. “Nate?”

 

He pressed a soft kiss to her pulse. “Hmmm?”

 

“What about you?”

 

“What about me?”

 

“Aren’t we, I mean, shouldn’t we take care of you?”

 

His cock clearly liked the idea, but he didn’t want to push things too far. Trust would take some time to build. “I’m fine.”

 

“That’s not what it feels like,” she said as she wiggled her hips against him.

 

“Stop that.”

 

“Does that mean you’re not
fine
?”

 

He growled and playfully nipped at her neck. “We don’t have to do anything else tonight. I don’t want to push you.”

 

“What if I want to push you?”

 

He shook his head, a disgruntled moan escaping. “If you keep saying things like that, you’ll get what you’re asking for.”

 

“I’d like to try.”

 

Her small voice was his undoing. He lifted his head and gazed intently at her. “Are you sure, Charlotte? Are you sure you want it all?” She nodded, her eyes were wide but her chin was set in resolve.

 

“Then, my dear, it’s time we both lost the rest of our clothes.”

 

 

Chapter 11

 

Charlie watched as Nate shifted away from her and off the bed. She watched the single-minded look in his eye as he undid his belt and let fall to the ground with a resounding clank. She continued watching as he undid the button on his jeans and oh, so slowly lowered the zipper.

 

She saw a patch of dim blue – his underwear – which came fully into view when he pushed his jeans down and kicked them away. Tight-fitting boxers that left nothing to her imagination appeared before her. When he didn’t remove them, her eyes tilted up to his to find a sly grin.

 

“Remember our deal?”

 

She nodded and sat up; something like that was hard to forget. When her hands shifted to her dress, Nate stepped forward. “May I?”

 

When she nodded again, her hands fell away and his took their place. She fell back to the bed as his hands skimmed along her side, barely touching her.

 

Her unattractive underwear came into view but, as he didn’t seem to find them a turn-off, she didn’t let it bother her too much. He continued shifting up her simple dress over her practical sports bra.

 

“I don’t have a regular bra,” she blurted out. She didn’t know where this desperate need to explain had come from, but she thought it better than dealing with his laughter at her complete ineptness at being female.

 

“So, I see.” His hands pushed the dress up, forcing her hands to reach for the bed frame behind her. After he pulled it off and tossed it aside, he joined his hands with hers and pressed into her.

 

“Do you think your choice of undergarments bothers me?” he whispered against her lips.

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“Well, they don’t.” He pressed an all-too-brief kiss to her lips.

 

“It’s just that it can get so hot in the kitchens and these are the best at dealing with that and all the moving around I have to do.”

 

“Did I ask for an explanation?” he murmured against her ear.

 

Her brows furrowed. “No.”

 

“You don’t owe me explanations, though I will admit that I love learning anything about you.” He pressed a kiss just below her ear. “I want to know everything there is to know about you.” Another kiss under her chin. “Soon I’ll know every thought, every memory, every desire, every inch of your body.” She shivered. What the man could do with a few words.

 

“And you’ll know the same for me.” His head popped up, his expression serious and genuine. “That’s how relationships work.”

 

Relationships. How would she know anything about those? How could she have her first real relationship with a prince?

 

“What are you thinking? You just tensed up again.”

 

She shook her head. “It’s not important.”

 

Nate sighed. “I can see I’m going to have to prove to you that you are important. What you think, what you say, what you do; all of it is important to me.”

 

“Nate,” she started but he kissed the words from her lips.

 

“Relax, Charlotte dear. Leave it all to me.”

 

Dear
. He kept calling her that. Maybe one day she would believe it.

 

“By the terms of our deal, we’re still uneven.” His hands left hers and trailed down her arms to her back. He undid the clasps and pulled off the sports bra, tossing it on the floor near her dress.

 

“Now, we’re even.” His eyes raked over her and for once she didn’t feel lacking. When a man looked at you like that, in full acceptance of your body, nothing was more exciting and more terrifying at the same time.

 

“I have to taste you.” His lips fell to her nipples while his hand plumped the breast underneath his mouth. Her back arched slightly when he nibbled her gently.  For the first time she felt the sensation through to her core. Was that what women usually felt? Was this how it was supposed to be?

 

When he finished with one breast, he moved to the other while his hand moved between her legs. Her body shimmered with a slow burn of heat, and her hips moved to match his rubbing fingers. A moment later she heard the telltale rip of clothes as her underwear was stripped away.

 

“Nate?”

 

“Sorry, I couldn’t stand the barrier between us any longer.”

 

She restrained herself from covering up her body, instead noticing his body as he stood up on the bed on his knees. His shoulders were broad but his body was tapered and lean. Definition coated his legs and abdomen, the strong lines of his arms, and even his chiseled face.

 

“We’re uneven again,” Charlie mumbled as her eyes glued themselves to the straining blue looming over her.

 

“So, we are.” He ripped his underwear away, and Charlie’s mouth dropped open in shock. Not just at the furious act but at the furious evidence of his desire. His cock stood firm against him, in a shade darker than the rest of his body. His balls were nestled in a thatch of light brown hair and, even from where she lay, she sensed they were full and dense.

 

“Nate,” she groaned, wanting him inside her, wanting to climax because of him and not a machine.

 

“I know, Charlotte. Soon,” Nate said as he caressed her leg with the tips of his fingers. “Do we need protection?”

 

“Yes.” She wasn’t on birth control – didn’t see the need of it – and, given his history, knew it was best. “But I don’t have any.”

 

“I brought some.”

 

His comment hung heavy in the air and, for some reason, she felt the need to cover up her body again. “A sure thing, was I?”

 

“Never.” His gaze was intense and unyielding. “I’m just hopeful.” He leaned over her and pressed their hips together. “I’m hopeful since you came into my life, Charlotte. I never thought I’d have hope again.” He consumed her lips and tongue, taking and taking, shifting against her while he did.

 

When she moaned, he sat back. He reached down and pulled a condom from his jeans, and set two others on the nightstand. He rolled it on slowly, and Charlie wished she could be the one to touch him. What would he feel like? What would he taste like? She’d never really cared for blow jobs before; would she with him?

 

He picked up the tube of lubrication gel and popped it open, squirting some into his hand. While one hand coated his cock, the other fell to her folds. When he started to rub it into and against her, bursts of sharp heat flowed through her, as though she’d just been electrocuted. When his thumb flicked her clit, her hips flew off the bed.

 

“Will you need the vibrator?”

 

“I don’t know,” she said, though the last word came out on a groan as his fingers moved faster.

 

“Well, let’s start and see where we end up.”

 

He fell over her again, this time keeping his promise to kiss each inch of her skin. Her entire body was shaking – something that had never happened before with another man. His touch left flutters underneath her skin, his nibbles sent shockwaves through her, and his licks left her wanting that raspy tongue in other, sinful places she’d never dared dream before.

 

When he nudged his way inside, the gel made his way easier and the friction felt delicious and new. He groaned when he fully seated himself inside her, then sighed in delight.

 

“You feel so good,” he rasped. “God, you feel amazing.”

 

He kissed her slowly as he pushed in and out, in and out, in and out. Her body shifted against his, straining to reach that place she’d never made before, her body tensing with the effort. She felt it, though it still seemed a hundred miles away. Would it get any closer? Would she get any closer to it this time?

 

When he thrust fiercely inside her, and she still didn’t feel that rush of orgasm, she cried out, desperate and frustrated.

 

Nate, however, didn’t say a word. He kept kissing her, nipping at her skin, sucking on her nipples. One of his hands reached over for the vibrator and turned it on low. When it touched her clit, tears fell from her eyes. Nate kissed them away.

 

“Don’t cry. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

 

“Isn’t there?” Her voice felt raw, as though she’d been crying for hours. “I’ve got a fucking prince inside me and I still can’t get it up.”

 

Nate cupped her face, making sure she met his gaze. “You are fucking perfect just the way you are. You think I give a fuck whether or not you need some help to orgasm?” He thrust his hard cock inside her again. “Does this feel like I give a fuck about that? I’ll do whatever it takes to make you orgasm, Charlotte-mine. And we’re not leaving here until you do.”

 

“Nate,” she started, but her voice was cut off by her own long moan as he pressed the vibrator between them. Her clit began pulsing with energy, buoyed by the persistence of his cock inside her and the feel of him over her.

 

“Give yourself to me, Charlotte-mine. Do it.” His words were spoken through clenched teeth, the sounds of a man on the brink and holding on by a weak thread.

 

It was fast, too fast for her, but her entire body shook with the power of the orgasm, and the power of them together. He continued pumping, fast and fierce, while her body contracted around him. She then watched it come over him, the same ceaseless release that she’d felt just a moment ago.

 

His face twisted and his mouth opened in a roar. She reached up to grip his hair, holding it away from his face so she wouldn’t miss a thing. She’d done this. Her body had done this to him. And wasn’t that a miracle?

 

Spent, he collapsed on top of her. While they both took several long breaths, she took the opportunity to explore him with her hands. The graceful back and the lean muscles that shifted under her touch. The fantastic ass she wanted to devote particular time to enjoying.

 

“Charlotte. Charlotte-mine,” he whispered against her dewy skin. Did he mean the words? Was she his? And was he hers?

 

Overwhelmed and exhausted, her body fell limp underneath him.

 

***

 

Though he loathed to do it, Nate shifted off Charlie’s body and off the bed. After disposing of the condom and moving the vibrator and gel to the nightstand, he slid back into the bed and pulled the covers over both of them.

 

Charlie was beautiful. Her skin was flushed, so pale that it seemed almost translucent, her pink lips were reddened like strawberries, and the scruff on his face was sure to leave a mark on her delicate skin. Why that thought had his cock twitching was beyond him.

 

He knew she wasn’t asleep – her breathing was still uneven – so he shifted them so she was lying against his side, her head on his chest. While he ran his hands through her hair and along the line of her back, she let out a soft sigh.

 

“Are you staying?” she whispered, as though someone might overhear.

 

“I’d like to. Would you like me to?”

 

“No one will miss you if you stay here?”

 

He tilted her chin up, waiting to speak until she opened her eyes. “There’s no one else, Charlotte-mine.”

 

“Why do you call me that?”

 

“Because I can’t help being possessive where you’re concerned, it seems.”

 

“Were you, well, never mind.” She settled back against him and her fingers began to play with the small smattering of hair on his chest.

 

“Was I possessive about Angela?” he asked softly. She nodded. “I wasn’t, at least not that I can recall. It was easy between us, despite both our families not being keen on the match. We always agreed with each other, never argued, not even about our families.”

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