Royally Not Ready(59)

I cup her breast and groan as my thumb rubs across her nipple. “Tits made for a goddess, smooth, curved, responsive.” I roll her nipple piercing between my fingers and she moans as her head falls back. “Tight, high, unmeasurable, incomparable . . . feminine.” So goddamn hot.

“Keller,” she whispers as I cup her breast harder. Shit, I need to stop. I don’t think this is the comfort Theo was talking about but, hell, I’ve dreamed of what it would feel like to hold her tits in my hand, and now that it’s happening, I’m having a hard time letting go. “When you play with my nipples like that,” she hums, her chest lifting as her hands sift through her wet hair, “you make me want so much more.”

One taste.

Just lean forward once and take her tit in your mouth.

You know you want to.

I wet my lips, my body barely leaning forward, my mind at war with itself.

“Yes,” she says, encouraging me, her chest now rising and falling more rapidly.

Fuck, this is getting out of hand.

Before I can stop myself, I take a deep breath and reluctantly remove my hand and tuck it away behind my back.

Her eyes pop open in protest. “What are you doing?” she asks.

I swallow hard as I try to gain control of my tongue. “That was, uh, that was more than ten descriptions. I held up my end of the bargain.”

Still breathing heavily, her eyes heady, she asks, “You’re just going to end it like that?”

“Yes, that was the deal.”

“But . . . you turned me on.”

“Welcome to my hell, Lilly. I’m fucking turned on every goddamn time I’m around you.”

“You know there’s a way to fix that.”

“Yes, I’m aware.” I blow out a heavy breath. “But once again, we’re not going there, so change the subject, and sit over there.” I point to the other end of the spring.

“I don’t want to sit over there. I’d rather sit on your lap.”

“Lilly, I’m going to fucking lose it.”

“Really? Does that mean you’ll drop your incessant need to ignore the fact that we’re both attracted to each other and finally take me the way you want?”

I pinch my brow and shake my head. “No. I’ll storm away and put an end to this day. Go back to lectures.”

“Urgh.” She grumbles something under her breath and goes to the other side of the hot spring. “What now? Are we going to play another game?”

“No, we’re going to sit in silence.”

“Wow, you sure know how to carry on the fun.” Her voice is drenched in sarcasm.

I can understand the frustration. I’m frustrated too.

She settles against the wall, but instead of keeping her chest under the water, she lifts her shoulders over the edge of the spring and sticks her chest in the air as she looks up to the sky.

Jesus Christ. Why did I think bringing her here was going to be a good idea?

I look away, but it takes all of two seconds before my eyes feast on her chest. And she knows it, because the smile that crosses her sexy lips is more than evil.

It’s downright sinister.





“Last time I wore an apron, I didn’t wear anything else under it,” Lilly says as she ties an apron around her waist. “Should I do that now too?”

“No,” I practically growl at her, causing her to chuckle.

“So grumpy. Are you still mad about having to walk back to the castle with a semi-hard-on?”

“I’m not sure you understand how painful that is.”

“When you start having period cramps, then you can talk to me about pain. Your half-hard dick really gives me no concern.”

She has a point.

After the heightened sexual awareness settled in the hot springs, we put our clothes back on over our wet bodies and made the trek back to the castle. Instead of trying to bombard her with more knowledge about Torskethorpe, I asked her to play twenty questions with me, but we shortened the game to ten questions and kept it to only celebrities. We both won two rounds, tying. The games mellowed her out and lightened me up. By the time we reached Harrogate, there wasn’t much anger between us, but we were more at ease, which has carried into the kitchen, thankfully.

“Let’s focus on baking.” I place a bowl on the counter.

“I’d love to.” She claps her hands together. “What should we do first?”

I hate admitting this, but I also think there’s another reason we’re both in a better mood. When we got back to Harrogate, we took turns showering. While Lilly was in the shower, I huddled in the corner of my room and rubbed one out, because despite being able to get back to the castle without my dick falling off, there was no way I’d be able to continue the day without relieving myself after the tit show in the hot spring.

And I’m almost positive from the smirk on her face and the buzzing sound I heard while I was showering, she did the same.

Now, the air between us is light and breezy. Not tension-filled.

“We need to heat up the prunes,” I say as I take out a saucepan and put it on the stove. I bring the pot filler from the wall and fill it up. “Grab the prunes for me.”

Lilly grabs the box of prunes from the island and brings them over.