“We need to cover that one.” She’s solemn as if it’s the most important thing in the world.
Princess Eleanor cracks me up.
I bend over and put my mouth on her nipple over her tank top, watching it pucker under the white cotton.
She’s not wearing a bra.
When Ellie’s in private, she doesn’t wear much, and it’s enough to drive a man to his knees.
I drag a finger down the center of her abdomen and flick her shorts open. Without being asked, she raises her hips, urging me to help her lower the denim down her legs, and toss them over my shoulder.
Since that first encounter, we’ve had sex a few more times, but I haven’t had her sprawled out before me like a feast since then.
It’s fucking ridiculous.
Ellie lowers a hand as if she’s suddenly shy, and I snatch it up, kiss her knuckles and smile at her.
“You’re gorgeous.”
“I’m quite exposed.”
I nod, letting my eyes travel the length of her. She’s in that white tank and nothing else, and I want to fucking devour her.
But I have to stick to the lesson at hand.
“Thank Christ for it. You’re a sight to behold, sweetheart.”
She licks her lips, bites her lower lip, and watches me as I lean in to press a kiss to her bare hip.
Her phone rings, but she shakes her head. “Ignore it.”
I take it slow, letting my lips journey over her thighs, her lower abdomen. Everywhere but what I want the most.
This is still new for her, though, and I’m going to ease her into it, even if it kills me in the process.
“Liam.”
And there it is, that throaty growl that sends my blood racing.
I let my hand glide up her inner thigh and brush over her slick opening. When she arches her body in invitation, I spread her legs and settle in to blow her damn mind.
Her head shoots up, and she stares down at me in absolute wonder as I lick her hot slit from her clit to her soaked opening.
She tastes like heaven. And the noises she makes? Those breathy, high-pitched moans of ecstasy make my already hard cock strain against my zipper even more.
I rub the tip of my nose over her clit, and when I push one finger inside of her, she explodes spectacularly, riding out an orgasm that she’s likely never experienced before.
Her nipples strain against her tank.
Her hips gyrate, wanting more and more from me.
When she calms down, licks her lips once more, and looks at me with hot blue eyes, I know that I’ve completely lost my heart to this woman.
She’s everything I never knew I needed, and never thought I’d have in my life. Even if it is only for thirty days.
It’s a hell of a lot more than I deserve.
“My turn,” she says, reaching for me. She turns on her side and pulls me over to her so I’m next to her head. “I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I’m doing it all the same.”
All she has to do is touch me, and I lose my cool.
She unfastens my jeans, and I push them down my hips so my cock bobs toward her, thick and heavy.
“Like this.” I take her hand in mine and wrap it around the shaft, showing her how I like to be touched. I let go, and she continues, watching in fascination as the skin stretches and moves with her hand.
She leans closer and tentatively sticks her tongue out, gently brushing it over the very tip. I have to fist my hands and count to twenty to keep from coming too soon.
My God, her hands are magical.
Bolder now, she wraps those pink lips around the head and, as if she were born for this, she starts to massage me with her mouth. Her hand works me, and it’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen in my fucking life.
“El, you have to stop, babe.”
She shakes her head and lowers her brows into a frown. She’s not stopping.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
She hums, and that’s all it takes. I can’t hold back. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t gag or recoil in disgust. She smiles in satisfaction, and to my complete surprise, she swallows.
It’s her first time doing that, and she swallows?
“You should have stopped.”
“Why?”
“Because I came in your mouth. What if you didn’t like it?”
“Well, now I know. It wasn’t the best thing to happen in my life, but it wasn’t gross either. And it was quite fun to make you lose control like that. We’ll be doing that again.”
I laugh and tuck myself away as my phone rings.
“Someone’s trying to reach us,” I say, pulling my phone out of my pants, frowning at the display.
It’s London.
“Cunningham.”
“This is Bernard.” The king’s personal security. “The princess’s presence is being requested by tomorrow evening.”
“I’ll have her there.”
I hang up and glance at Ellie. She’s still pink from her orgasm.
“I have to take you home tomorrow.”
She scowls. “But I’m not supposed to leave for several days yet.”
“I have orders,” I reply, already feeling the bubble Ellie and I have lived in for the past three weeks bursting around me. “I’d better get over to HQ and pack a bag and brief my men. We’ll leave tomorrow morning.”
“I’m calling my father,” she says, pulling on her shorts. “Something must be wrong.”
I watch her for a moment and then cup her face in my hands and kiss her hard. Then I pull back and smile at her, even though my chest already hurts. “I’ll come back down in a couple of hours. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”
“Okay.”
I hurry down the stairs and just step outside when I realize that I didn’t zip up. I do that and turn around to find Callum right behind me.
Fuck.
His eyebrows climb.
“So. What’s going on here?”
I shake my head and move to walk past him, but his voice stops me.
“Liam.”
I turn to Ellie’s brother. “You know what, man? If you have questions, I suggest you ask your sister. I don’t know what she’s ready for you to know. What I will tell you is that it’s nothing that isn’t consensual.”
“Be careful,” he warns as I walk away. “You’re about to go to the palace, and we still have guillotines around there somewhere.”
I wave over my shoulder and keep walking. Callum obviously knows that we’re headed back to London.
Chapter 15
~Ellie~
“Your Highnesses, we’ll be landing in thirty minutes.”
The voice of our pilot over the speaker system sounds tinny. I don’t reply. Callum reaches over on his chair and presses a button.
“Thank you, Richard,” he says.
Callum’s never nervous. At least, I’ve never seen him that way in all of my almost twenty-six years. He’s as sure of himself as anyone I know.
But he’s nervous now. He’s been fidgeting in his seat, checking the time, and muttering to himself during the whole flight.
It’s very unlike him.
We’re all worried.
After the call from the palace last evening, I called my father’s direct line, but it was my brother, Frederick, who answered.