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movie and some of the scene changes that Luke had been sneaking into the film with Alex’s help, and he shared a story about Nick on the last movie set that had them both laughing. Too soon, they were there by the edge of the water and on the small bridge.
    “It’s a lovely night, isn’t it?” Alex’s voice was soft. “I almost wish it wasn’t so misty, so you could see the mountains in the distance. They’re beautiful in the moonlight.” She gave a small shiver and then crossed her arms over her breasts.
    And because Luke wasn’t much of a gentleman, he noticed that her blouse had started to stick to her body in the damp mist, and her nipples were clearly outlined, and Jesus, he wanted to touch her. He groaned and turned away, discreetly adjusting himself so she wouldn’t be startled by his, uh, enthusiasm.
    “You okay?” Her voice was concerned.
    Shit, had she heard his groan? What could he possibly say that wouldn’t freak her out?
Just adjusting my inappropriate boner? Looking at your tits gave me a hard-on?
He went with a blunted version of the truth. “Finding it really, really hard not to kiss you right now, that’s all.”
    Alex laughed. “I’d be willing to make that sacrifice if it’d please you.”
    He turned to look at her and grinned. “I won’t get shot by the royal guards for manhandling the princess in public?”
    She slid a bit closer to him, and her fingers tugged on his sport jacket. “Not if the princess wants to be manhandled.” She leaned in until her mouth—and her breasts, heaven help him—were nearly brushing against him. “And tonight I’m just Alex, remember?”
    “I happen to like Just Alex quite a bit, you know.” His hand moved to her hair, wild and wavy and carefree. She closed her eyes, looking blissfully content to be in his arms. He had to touch her. His fingers grazed her jaw, feeling her smooth skin. She leaned into his touch, and he tipped her chin, then kissed her.
    Her mouth was soft and sweet and tasted like wine. He felt her tremble against him, and he wanted to comfort her, to let her know everything was fine, that he liked kissing her. For some reason, she struck him as incredibly skittish when it came to anything intimate. A product of her upbringing? Or was she as innocent as she seemed? The thought of Alex kissing another man filled him with a helpless sort of jealousy, and he pulled her tighter against him. She was his, damn it.
    His kiss took on a possessive edge. Luke’s tongue slicked into her mouth, claiming her for his own. He felt a surge of masculine pride when a soft moan escaped her, and when she began to lean into each kiss as if her life depended on his mouth being on hers. He wanted her. He wanted to take her back to his hotel room and strip the clinging blouse off of her, unveil the pretty breasts that had been tormenting him all night, peel the tight jeans from her long legs and see what she looked like naked. Wrap a fist in her hair as he fucked her and—
    And damn it, she was still a royal princess. He was lucky to even speak to her.
    Reluctantly, he broke off the kiss, ignoring her small noise of protest. “You’re shivering,” he said, rubbing her arm through her blouse. “You want my jacket?”
    “Are you offering to strip for me, Luke Houston?” Her head tilted at a flirty angle, but her voice was weak and breathless, and her lips bruised from his kisses. God, she looked fucking sexy. Utterly delectable. How did no one sweep into that royal estate of theirs and kidnap her to claim as their own? How was it she was single? Fucking idiots, all of them. She was the most delectable thing he’d ever seen, and he’d seen a lot of sexy women in Hollywood.
    “You want me to strip for you, Princess? I would.”
    Her eyes widened and she clung to his shirt. “Maybe . . . Not today. But soon.” She sounded disappointed and her fingers flexed on his chest.
    They were ice cold, and he felt like an ass. Of course she was cold.