Player's Princess (A Royal Sports Romance)(58)

"You already I have," I say in a low voice as I move closer to him.

I slip up under his chin and nip at the skin of his neck. Gently, he lifts me bodily from the tabletop and sets me in his lap. He's so strong, he can pick me up as though I weigh nothing at all. It makes my chest flutter. I sit sidesaddle in his lap and put my arm around his neck, and rest my other hand on his chest, under his jacket.

"Yowch," he cries, when I tuck my hand under his arm.

"My hands are cold."

"Yeah, I can tell," he says in a high voice.

"Give me your body heat."

He starts laughing. "If you're not careful, I'm going to give you a lot of body heat right on top of this table."

Jason closes his arms around me and touches his lips to my forehead. He kisses my cheek and jaw before he meets my lips.

"What else do you dream about?" he asks.

"I dream about…." I pause, thinking. "Sex."

"With me?"

"Yes. Recently, anyway."

"Oh, so I'm not really the man of your dreams. I'm hurt."

"Men were strange to me before I came here. You still are in a way. Mother made sure I had many girls for company, but I never went to school as you do, socialized the way you do. You do not appreciate how much of a shock it was for me when I first came here."

"Well, I remember how you dressed, with those gowns or whatever. Is that how you dress at home?"

"Yes."

"I miss it. You looked cute. You should dress like that more often."

"I still have them. I could wear them for you."

"What else would you wear for me?"

I think about the surprise I bought and blush. "All sorts of things."

"Sorts of things like…?"

I dig my nails into his side. "Do you want me to spoil the surprise?"

"By all means, no."

"Good, because I'm not going to."

He smirks. "What are you wearing under your clothes right now?"

"Oh," I say as innocently as I can, "nothing. Am I supposed to?"

His smile widens and he breathes against my neck before kissing me. "You're giving my ideas."

"What sort of ideas?"

"Ideas like this.

Jason takes hold of me and turns me around, so I straddle his lap. I can feel him hardening under me. One hand slips up inside my top and rests gently on my breast, while he pops the button on my jeans with the other, and his hand dives down inside, under me. Between my legs. My thighs quiver.

I gasp as his finger runs along my slit and his hand squeezes my breast. He puts his lips against the back of my neck, and I feel his tongue, and then his teeth, just a touch. I lean back and spread my legs, and his finger slips inside me.

"That's good," I whimper.

His kisses trail along the side of my neck, along my jaw, as his finger moves inside me and his hand roams over my chest and stomach. Every touch makes me shudder. The air is cold, but he is warm. Warm breath on my neck, warm hands on my skin, inside me. I slip my hand under my top and rest it on top of his and slide my own hand down my pants, guiding him.

"Like that," I tell him, but I don't have to.

"I want to taste you again."

"Who's there?" a voice yells.

My eyes jerk open as a beam of light cuts across the field, sweeping from one side to the other, the edge of it passing not a foot from my toes. I stifle a cry and wriggle out of Jason's grip and bolt, and he comes running after me, into the trees.

I yank my pants up and button them just before Jason pulls me down onto the ground, drawing me down on top of him.

"Don't move," he whispers in my ear. "No noise."

I lie on top of him, eyes wide, breathing rapidly, scanning the field. The light beam makes me blink, and every time I close my eyes, I see a purple streak. When I open them again, I'm night-blind.

As the flashlight-bearer swings the beam away, my eyes adjust enough to pick up some details. A piece of metal pinned to his chest. A broad hat. A pistol belted to his hip.

"I think that's a policeman," I whisper.

"It's just a park ranger. Stay still."

Jason shifts under me, inching his way along the ground on his butt, until we're behind a tree. He sits up and pulls me against him.

"Now," he whispers in my ear. "Where were we?"

"We can't. He'll catch us," I protest, so softly it's more a breath than a whisper.

Despite my protest, excitement quivers in my belly. Jason starts to turn me in his lap, but I turn around half on my own and grind on his still-hard cock through his jeans. He deserves it for getting me so wound up.

He shoves his hand down his pants again, and the hint of roughness when his finger works inside me is strangely welcome. I squirm on his lap and take his wrist, so I can push his other hand up my top again, holding it place as he squeezes and cups my breast and teases my nipple with his thumb.

I let out a little sound, and the beam of light in the field swings around wildly.

"I know there's somebody there. Show yourself!"

Jason laughs softly in my ear, and I grab his wrist, not to stop him, to make him work his hand harder, faster. He's too strong for me to hold it in place on my chest. His fingers poke up through the collar of my top. I give him a look with heady, lidded eyes and suck his forefinger.