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the side and slid under the sheet next to her. Surprisingly, her body appeared relaxed and she studied him with curious eyes.
“Are you going to stare at me all night?” he asked.
“At least until I fall asleep.”
He turned on his side to face her. “Why”
She smiled uncertainly. “You are nice to look at.”
“Nice?” Not a word normally associated with him.
“Did I insult you? Should I have said handsome? Beautiful?”
“Arrogant. Nasty. Cold,” he offered instead.
A huff of exasperation blew across his cheek. “You want me to think that. But I heard a rumor tonight that you are not as obnoxious as you want me to believe.”
“You’ve been listening to Pollyanna?”
“Who?”
“My sister? Or was it my sister-in-law spreading these lies about me?”
“They both love you. There must be something good in you.”
He cocked his eyebrow. “Then why did you hit me?”
“You told me to.”
“Will you do everything I tell you?”
She shrugged. “When I agree with you.”
“I’m slowing down. I will have to work on more inventive ways to annoy you tomorrow.”
“In front of my Nana?”
She planned to spend time with her family. He grinned. A perfect excuse for getting out of the duty of taking her shopping again. After this morning’s fiasco, he did not relish the idea of discussing the issue of her crown. His brother warned him that she might not be receptive. If he sent her with her grandmother, then she might feel more comfortable. And he would be less uncomfortable.
“Now your smile is just plain evil,” she said.
“You need to sleep.”
“You think I can sleep wondering what is going on in your devious mind?”
He drew her into his arms. A gasp caught in her throat and her body tensed. “Would you prefer I didn’t touch you?”
Her head turned from side to side. “You surprised me. That’s all.”
“I surprised myself too. “ He folded his arms around her shoulders. After a few seconds she relaxed against him and her breathing leveled. “This way I can cover your mouth if you don’t shut up and go to sleep."
A soft giggle escaped her lips. “Don’t worry, Your Highness, I wasn’t going to credit you with sensitivity.”
Chapter Six
The blackout curtains kept the room shrouded in darkness despite 8:00 AM blinking on the digital clock on the bedside table. Delilah snuggled deeper into the warmth that surrounded her. The last vestiges of sleep clung to her like a fleece blanket. Her eyes fluttered open.
“Good morning.” Sami greeted her with a wicked grin. What had him in such a devilishly good mood?
She squeezed her lids shut. “Don’t talk before coffee.”
He laughed. “But you can do anything you want?”
It was too early to begin sparring. This had to be a dream. She did not wake up wrapped in a man’s arms. And she certainly did not make a habit of holding a hard, pulsing… Her eyes flew open again. Reflexively her fingers clenched tighter.
He groaned. ”Easy. I am not the man of steel.”
“Oh, God. Oh God.” She pulled back as if she had burned her hand. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. Another two minutes and I would have been crying, oh God, too.”
She tried to scramble from the bed. He held her tighter.
“Please let go.” She turned her face into his chest. Her cheeks flamed.
“I don’t know why you are upset. I am the one being used as your personal joy-stick.”
She let out a painful sigh. “You are not a Prince Charming.”
“And you are not acting like Snow White.” He turned on to his back, pulling her on top of him. Her shirt rode up to her hips as he parted her legs until she straddled him. She landed on the same hard shaft she had held just moments before.
“Look at me?” he ordered.
“No.”
His hands roamed over her bare thighs, slowing kneading her skin, and moving higher with each fluid stroke. All she could think was thank goodness she shaved her legs. And then she couldn’t
“Are you going to stare at me all night?” he asked.
“At least until I fall asleep.”
He turned on his side to face her. “Why”
She smiled uncertainly. “You are nice to look at.”
“Nice?” Not a word normally associated with him.
“Did I insult you? Should I have said handsome? Beautiful?”
“Arrogant. Nasty. Cold,” he offered instead.
A huff of exasperation blew across his cheek. “You want me to think that. But I heard a rumor tonight that you are not as obnoxious as you want me to believe.”
“You’ve been listening to Pollyanna?”
“Who?”
“My sister? Or was it my sister-in-law spreading these lies about me?”
“They both love you. There must be something good in you.”
He cocked his eyebrow. “Then why did you hit me?”
“You told me to.”
“Will you do everything I tell you?”
She shrugged. “When I agree with you.”
“I’m slowing down. I will have to work on more inventive ways to annoy you tomorrow.”
“In front of my Nana?”
She planned to spend time with her family. He grinned. A perfect excuse for getting out of the duty of taking her shopping again. After this morning’s fiasco, he did not relish the idea of discussing the issue of her crown. His brother warned him that she might not be receptive. If he sent her with her grandmother, then she might feel more comfortable. And he would be less uncomfortable.
“Now your smile is just plain evil,” she said.
“You need to sleep.”
“You think I can sleep wondering what is going on in your devious mind?”
He drew her into his arms. A gasp caught in her throat and her body tensed. “Would you prefer I didn’t touch you?”
Her head turned from side to side. “You surprised me. That’s all.”
“I surprised myself too. “ He folded his arms around her shoulders. After a few seconds she relaxed against him and her breathing leveled. “This way I can cover your mouth if you don’t shut up and go to sleep."
A soft giggle escaped her lips. “Don’t worry, Your Highness, I wasn’t going to credit you with sensitivity.”
Chapter Six
The blackout curtains kept the room shrouded in darkness despite 8:00 AM blinking on the digital clock on the bedside table. Delilah snuggled deeper into the warmth that surrounded her. The last vestiges of sleep clung to her like a fleece blanket. Her eyes fluttered open.
“Good morning.” Sami greeted her with a wicked grin. What had him in such a devilishly good mood?
She squeezed her lids shut. “Don’t talk before coffee.”
He laughed. “But you can do anything you want?”
It was too early to begin sparring. This had to be a dream. She did not wake up wrapped in a man’s arms. And she certainly did not make a habit of holding a hard, pulsing… Her eyes flew open again. Reflexively her fingers clenched tighter.
He groaned. ”Easy. I am not the man of steel.”
“Oh, God. Oh God.” She pulled back as if she had burned her hand. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. Another two minutes and I would have been crying, oh God, too.”
She tried to scramble from the bed. He held her tighter.
“Please let go.” She turned her face into his chest. Her cheeks flamed.
“I don’t know why you are upset. I am the one being used as your personal joy-stick.”
She let out a painful sigh. “You are not a Prince Charming.”
“And you are not acting like Snow White.” He turned on to his back, pulling her on top of him. Her shirt rode up to her hips as he parted her legs until she straddled him. She landed on the same hard shaft she had held just moments before.
“Look at me?” he ordered.
“No.”
His hands roamed over her bare thighs, slowing kneading her skin, and moving higher with each fluid stroke. All she could think was thank goodness she shaved her legs. And then she couldn’t
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