Player's Princess (A Royal Sports Romance)(38)

"I want to have sex," I tell him bluntly.

"No," he murmurs. He wipes his chin on his arm and touches his lips to my forehead.

"You're awful," I tell him.

His face becomes serious, his touch severe.

"It's almost first light. I have to leave."

"No." I try to wrap my legs around him, but I can't move. "It's not fair. I should do you."

"Do me?"

I manage enough strength to lift my arm and slip it between us, take hold of his cock, and start to stroke. I rub it against my stomach as much as I caress it, and his hips start to move, thrusting in my grip.

"You're so f*cking hot," he growls in my ear. "I'm going to think about you when I come for the rest of my life."

He shudders, and I stroke him faster. I'm clumsy, inexperienced, but I don't think it matters. His whole body is tight with excitement, shaking.

"I want to f*ck you," he growls in my ear. "Hard. So hard you'll be comparing every guy you ever sleep with me to me. I want to break the bed and blow a load in you and watch your eyes while you take it. I want you to come on my cock."

"Do it," I plead. "Fuck me right now."

"I'm not doing a one-night stand."

He pulls my hand away from his cock and rises up.

I sit up and grab at him. I even try to take him in my mouth, but he pulls away and grabs his jeans.

"It's almost first light. I have to go or someone will see me."

"Don't," I whimper. "Stay with me. We can…."

I don’t know what else to say.

He kneels in front of me and takes my cheeks in his hands. With a gentle kiss on my forehead, Jason slips his arms around me and holds me tight.

I want him to take me with him. Carry me out the window over his shoulder and take me to bed with him.

"You. I want you. Please."

"Anastasia," he says, carefully pronouncing each syllable. "I don't want you for a fast, cheap f*ck. I told you what I wanted. It's here."

He touches the middle of my chest.

"My boobs?"

He sighs. "Yes. I do want your boobs, but I meant your heart, silly."

I swallow. "Do you like them?"

"What?"

"My boobs."

He rolls his eyes. "Yes, Ana."

"I'm sorry. I'm not very good with this. I've never been naked with a man before."

"You're doing just fine."

I sniff, and my eyes start to burn. "I don't want you to leave. Nobody has ever made me feel like this before."

He sighs. "I don't want you to get sent home. What the hell are we supposed to do?"

I shake my head. "Even if I am not sent back, I can't stay. When the term ends I have other things I must do, other places I must go. One day, I will be queen. A queen does not belong to herself. She belongs to her people."

"I don't care about kings and queens. I care about you."

"You don't, but I must."

"Can't you have this one thing? Just be with me?"

"It can't last."

"A thing isn't beautiful because it lasts. Give me one week."

"One week?"

"One week. We'll date, we'll go out. We'll have our time together. Then we'll decide what we have to do."

"One week."

He takes my hands. "Don't decide now. If you want to take the chance, come to my game on Saturday. If I see you there, I'll know."

He touches his lips to my forehead and stands up.

"Wait," I say.

I leap to my feet and do up his jeans. He goes quiet as I pull his shirt down over his head, smooth it over his muscular body and tuck it in. I even tie his shoes.

"I've never had a naked girl dress me before."

I stand up. "Nudity is not such a taboo in my country."

"I think I'd like to visit your country."

I punch him in the stomach. He flinches, but grins.

"I just meant I'd like to see you bare-assed all day."

"I was trying to be serious," I snap, tugging at the collar of his shirt. "In the old days, before the men would go out to battle, their women would dress them."

I smooth his shirt, but it's really an excuse to feel his shoulders before he goes.

"The sun is almost up," he observes. "I have to leave. Seriously."

"Jason," I warn him. "No more stunts. No more presents, no more airplanes. If my mother hears of it once more, I'll be leaving here whether I want to or not."

"I understand. I'll see you on Saturday, Princess."

He slides out the window. I almost say "No, you won't." He waves to me before he climbs down. I almost say it again. I almost say it over and over until he's out of earshot, because I don't know if it's true or not.

I could lose everything. I could be dragged home against my will, never to see this beautiful, strange country ever again.

Or I could live another year like a prisoner. Sometimes I don't know if the guards and servants and walls of this house are here to keep the world out, or to trap me inside.