Summer Heat

by Carly Phillips

  I felt my cheeks heat at his admission. “How did you know I'd be there?”

  He glanced away for a second, but then moved over to the couch. He had his hand on his lap, his fingers curled into his palm. He looked tense, as if he were ashamed by the answer he might give me. He looked at me again, his blue eyes hard. “I overheard one of the staff talking with you on the phone.”

  My heart was beating so hard, so fast it was painful. “You came out to make sure I was okay?”

  He nodded once. The very thought of you being surrounded by a bunch of drunken assholes...” he didn't finish speaking, but I could see the anger move across his entire body.

  Tonight he’d showed me a different side of him, a side that seemed to want me enough to risk being seen, being recorded fighting, defending my honor.

  As the seconds and minutes moved by, I felt like I was in this alternate reality, one I’d only dreamed about. I knew that no matter what I had to be honest with him tonight.

  I had to be honest with myself, as well.

  Chapter Four

  Lennon

  “Come sit with me.” I wanted to be close to her, wanted her body pressed right to mine. I’d wanted her for so long this moment seemed surreal. My heart was thundering behind my ribs, and I wondered if she’d come closer, if she’d sit with me on the couch.

  I’d shut the bedroom door, maybe presuming she’d be comfortable with that, maybe hoping she’d see it as something more.

  And then she did move closer sat right beside of me, and the scent of her invaded my sense. I grew drunk from it, aroused because she was so close. I shifted on the couch, feeling my dick punch forward, growing harder, thicker. God, I wanted to be with Daisy, wanted to claim her as mine. I wanted her in every possible way.

  She was looking at me, and I knew she was nervous. She was in my room as more than just seeing me. God, I hated that she had to wait on me, like I was better than her. I wasn’t. If anything she was better than me.

  I reached out, not stopping myself, not even bothering to pretend this wasn’t going to move forward. I needed her to know how I felt. Now.

  I lifted her head up with my finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes were so big, so blue. I got lot in them, got drunk on them. She ducked her head, her dark hair falling over the side of her face, blocking the view I had of her. I reached out with my other hand and pushed the strands away, placing them behind her ear and letting my fingers linger over the soft shell.

  God, I wanted her right here right now. I wanted to bare myself to her, not just physically, but emotionally, mentally as well.

  My body wanted her, but my mind roared out to go slow, that I needed to tell her how I felt first, show her with words what she meant to me.

  “There’s things I want to say too, things I should have said a long time ago.”

  My heart raced, and every part of me became strung tight. I looked into her eyes, the blue sweeping me in, holding me down. I realized this was what life was, what I’d been missing. I had known I wanted her for a long time, but until this moment until I saw her being touched by someone else, and feeling her body heat seep into mine, did I realize I’d always wanted her. I’d always wanted this.

  I just needed to tell her how I felt, show her that she was mine. Without wasting another moment I just said what was in my heart.

  “I’ve always wanted you, but I’d been too buried deep in my own thoughts and feelings to be a man and tell you how I felt.” I watched as the pulse at the base of her neck jumped, her pupils dilating, her breathing increasing. I leaned in an inch, our mouths so close if I said one word they’d brush together.

  “Is this for real?” she questioned softly, her eyes so big as she stared at me.

  “I want it to be our reality.” I wasn’t going to lie, or pretend that what I wanted wasn’t authentic. I wanted her to know that n my heart I was genuine, that I truly needed her in my life.

  “But your family, the media?” She breathed out harshly and I could see she was afraid, nervous. “The Crown?”

  I shook my head, knowing that she would have worried about la this, but wanting to reassure her. “None of that matters.” I cupped the side of her face, her skin warm, soft. “Just tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

  Please tell me I’m the one you want.

  “Tell me what you want.” I had my hand on the back of her head now, keeping her close, a part of me afraid she’d leave, that the subtle things I’d seen in her were wrong. I worried maybe it had all been in my head that she didn’t want me, that I just needed her so much I’d envisioned the entire thing.

  “You.” And when she said that one word, this little breathy moan that had me groaning, I couldn’t stop myself from what I did next.

  That one word from her had me groaning.

  I leaned in and kissed her.

  * * *

  Daisy

  He kissed me until I couldn’t breathe, until I clung to him like there was nothing else keeping my stable. My heart was in my throat, beating wildly, intensely, threatening to come right out of my skin.

  He pulled away the flavor of him coating my lips, tongue, the very part of me that ached the most. Lennon consumed me.

  He wanted me, which seemed surreal all in itself.

  The feel of his mouth on mine was a heady reminder of all I’d been missing, off all I’d wanted since I realized I needed him in my life.

  “Tell me again what you want,” he said low, his breath moving along my face, sending tendrils of desire racing to my marrow.

  God, this is really happening?

  “You, I want you.” I couldn’t breathe. “I’ve always wanted you but was too afraid to say anything.” I’d worried about crossing lines, being humiliated because he didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t know how his family would react, the news, the country, if they knew I was in love with Prince Lennon.

  But all of that seemed so trivial now.

  Before I knew what was happening, he had his hands on my waist and was pulling me onto his lap. I gasped this forward action making me feel exposed, heated. I’d never been with a man, never even thought about being with one until I realized I wanted Lennon.

  My legs were now on either side of his waist, and he settled back against the couch, getting comfortable, making this intimate. I felt exposed, like I couldn’t even think rationally over what was going on.

  He watched me for long seconds, his gaze heavy-lidded, his face and body so masculine I couldn’t help but feel all female with him.

  He’d always been in the forefront of my mind, taking residence there, refusing to leave. I’d wanted him closer, so close I was suffocating from it all.

  “What made you want to say anything now?” I finally said, wanting to know why the sudden change in him, why he’d wanted to admit this now.

  He was silent for long seconds, but still had his hands on my waist. “I was tired of pretending, tired of thinking that I didn’t deserve to be happy. I meant to tell you soon, because I didn’t want to wait anymore.” He slid his hand up my waist and cupped the side of my neck. “Then I heard that you were going out and all I could thin about was a bunch of drunken assholes having their hands on you.” I felt the slightest pressure of his hand on my neck.

  I didn’t want to think anymore. The chemistry that bounced between us was this living entity. I wanted to explore it, to get washed up in all that was Lennon. All I wanted was to be with Lennon in every possible way. Desire coursed through me that there was no denying this was exactly what was supposed to happen.

  And because I felt bold, I was the one to lean in and claim his mouth.

  Chapter Five

  Lennon

  She kissed me and it was like this beast broke free in me. I gripped her waist and hauled her on top of my lap. With her legs spread on either side of my thighs, and her chest pressed right to mine, this thrill of dark desire moved through me.

  I reached up and wound my hand around her
head, my fingers tangled in the long strands of her hair. I brought her impossibly closer, so fucking close that our teeth clashed together and she moaned for me. We parted for only a second and I stared into her eyes. “I’m keeping you,” I said in this harsh whisper, not about to deny what I wanted, deny what I needed.

  The way her eyes widened slightly, and hearing and feeling her breath rush out of her, turned me on even more, made me this animal for her. I nearly groaned, thinking about telling her what I wanted to do to her, the filthy images that I could admit where running through my head.

  I tightened my hold on her hair. “There are so many fucking filthy things I want to do to you, how I’d make you mine.”

  “Tell me,” she gasped.

  “I want you bared for me, your legs spread so I could see the most intimate pink part of you.” I groaned at her reaction. “I’d lick your entire body, make you come with my mouth alone, and then I’d plunge my cock deep in your pussy.” I had my other hand on her waist and used a little bit of pressure to get her to start rocking back and forth on me.

  Yeah, Daisy was really getting into this.

  “God, I’m so hot, so ready,” she whispered. I had no doubt she could feel exactly how hard I was for her.

  We were both breathing so hard, and I felt beads of sweat dot my forehead as I strained to gather my control. I lifted my hips slightly, pressing my erection against her pussy. She started moving faster on me. I grunted and closed my eyes, the feeling of her rocking on top of me almost too much.

  “God,” she whispered, her eyes closed.

  I needed to see her get off while doing this, while rubbing herself on me.

  “Oh, fucking hell yes. That’s it, baby.” I ground out those words. “I want to watch you come unhinged.” I gripped her waist with both of my hands and helped her in her motions, back and forth, harder and faster.

  “God, yes, Lennon.”

  I stared into her face, watching the pleasure morph across her expression. “That’s it.” I was breathing so damn hard. And then she came for me.

  She tossed her head back, closed her eyes, and she moaned out deeply. Her mouth was parted, and her body tightened as she came undone. When her body relaxed, I grabbed her hair again and forced her to look at me. I kissed her until I couldn’t breathe.

  She pulled back. “I want to be with you right now.”

  Yeah, she was primed for me. I lowered my gaze to her mouth, loving that her lips were red, swollen, and that there was a glossy sheen covering them from our kiss. And when I placed my thumb on her bottom lip, pulled the flesh down, and let it fall back into place, I groaned in lust. I pushed the digit into her mouth, every part of me coming alive even more. I made her suck on my thumb, loved how she sucked on it, and then ran her tongue along the pad.

  I didn’t want to deny her.

  I didn’t want to deny myself either.

  “Be with me now,” she whispered, and I felt my cock jerk.

  I pulled her in close, and claimed her mouth, shoving my tongue deep in her mouth, fucking her with the muscle like I’d soon do between her thighs.

  While still kissing her, I curled my body around hers, bringing her impossibly close to me. Her breasts pressed right to my chest.

  “Rub yourself on me, baby.” I didn’t even care how fucking dirty I sounded. I needed to say these things.

  I stared into her face as she started moving her hips back and forth on me, working me over in this sweet, almost innocent way. I was fucking depraved for the things I wanted to do to her. I didn’t stop myself from kissing her again. I gently bit at her lip, tugging at the soft, succulent flesh.

  With my hand son her waist I made sure to keep her right where she was, helping her work herself on me.

  I broke the kiss, breathing hard, heavy. “Tell me this is what you want, that we can just say fuck off to everyone and everything else.” I murmured and I ran my tongue over first her top one and then her bottom. She moaned, and I couldn’t help kissing her again. She pressed down on me especially hard, and my control snapped.

  “I want you, and fuck everyone else,” she whispered.

  My mouth went dry, and my cock jerked, and everything in me went on high alert.

  “Christ.” I lowered my focus to her chest. The large mounds pressed against the material of her shirt. I could see the outline of her nipples, the hard little beads making my mouth water.

  “You’re watching me like you’re starving.”

  I breathed out slowly. “I’m so hungry for you.”

  And I was, so fucking hungry.

  Chapter Six

  Daisy

  Lennon was possessive in the way he touched me, made me feel good. I didn’t deny that this made me nervous, that having sex for the first time—with the Prince no less—made this string in me tighten, threatening to snap, about to take me down into the abyss.

  “I want you,” I found myself whispering, saying the word that ha been buried for so long. It was only a few seconds before he was in front of me, my body pressed right to his, the scent of him surrounding me.

  “Wrap your arms around me, Daisy.”

  I did as he said, feeling his strength consume me, wash through me, making me feel like I was on a ledge. His erection pressed right against my belly, thick and long, and foretelling of what was to come.

  I was wet, soaked in fact. My panties were saturated, the material rubbing along my sensitive folds. He made this low sound deep within his chest as he walked us backward, his mouth on my throat, his teeth and tongue ravishing me there. I felt his erection digging into my belly. Lennon was huge, his dick thick and long, like this steel rod between us.

  I felt the wall stop our movement, and this gasp of surprised pleasure filled me.

  “I want to give you everything,” he aid as he kissed a path along my neck. “I want to make you know what it means to be properly loved.”

  Love.

  Tingles spread throughout my entire body, settling right between my thighs.

  “I want to touch you everywhere, memorize every part of you until you’re engrained in my brain.” He said the last word on this guttural groan and then dug his dick farther into my belly. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You. I want you everywhere.

  “I should give you slow, easy with you. You deserve that and so much more.”

  My entire body felt like it would combust at any second.

  “I know what you want, what you need, Daisy,” he said against the side of my throat, his lips moving as he spoke, his warm breath fanning along my sensitive skin. He ran his tongue along the arch of my neck. I felt the chill in the air when he was no longer pressed against me, and goose bumps formed on my body.

  I stared at him, looking so big and intimidating, so powerful and … aroused for me. The outline of his erection pressing against his slacks was huge, if not intimidating.

  “I want to see you bared, want to see every part of your skin exposed for me.”

  A shiver covered me, took hold and refused to let go. I didn’t want it to leave, didn’t want to feel exposed because it was gone.

  “Show me, baby. Let me see what will be mine soon enough.”

  I didn’t know why things were happening so fast, but I wasn’t going to stop this or slow this down. This was exactly what I’d wanted to do for longer than I cared to admit. I wanted to explore this with Lennon, not caring that he was a prince and I was a commoner.

  I found myself undressing, watching the way Lennon stared at me, seeing how excited he was for this. I felt like I was drinking in a current, just allowing myself to go with the flow, let it carry m wherever it wanted to.

  And then he started undressing, and I was locked on the sight of him, frozen in place at al the hard muscle and perfection that was revealed.

  “I’m going to make you mine so fucking hard.”

  The air left me, his words playing in my head over and over again. I could see the way his jaw worked as he appraised me, took i
n every inch of my body. He was gritting his teeth, his entire body tense.

  Heat blossomed in me like never before.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Daisy.” He took a step closer to me. “I could come just looking at you.”

  His words were sharp, like a knife running along me. I stood there for long seconds, not moving, not even breathing as he looked his fill. And God, he was looking his fill.

  I finally took a stuttering breath. I was bared for him, every part of me on display. I looked down at the erection he sported. He was huge, thick and long, and the crown slightly wider than the rest of him, a dot of pre-cum at the tip.

  He had his palm wrapped around his dick, and he stroked himself, his focus on my body. “Come here,” he commanded, and I obeyed.

  I wasn’t about to say no, not when I was so worked up I couldn’t even think, let alone breathe. Forcing myself to move was hard though. My legs felt like rubber. His focus was on my lips, and I involuntarily licked them. He groaned in response.

  Lennon leaned in close, his mouth right by mine. “I want to be inside of you, want to feel you come for me,” he whispered.

  And then he had his mouth on mine. I desperately wanted him to do between my thighs what he was doing to my mouth. His lips and tongue were working me over like nothing I’d ever experienced before, like nothing I ever thought I could experience before.

  He broke the kiss, both of us breathing hard. “I hope you’re ready, because I feel like I’ve been waiting my entire life for this.” He gave me this soft kiss after he spoke. “And I don’t know if I can stop myself from claiming you fully.

  Good, because I didn’t want him to stop, not ever.

  Chapter Seven

  Lennon

  I wasn’t going to be a savage about claiming her, about making her finally mine. My mouth on hers once more, my tongue fucking her the way my cock would soon enough. I moved away only long enough to get out of my clothes. She held her arms out to me, and I went closer.

  My entire body went tight when she ran her hand over my chest, her touch light, but hesitant. That small graze of her fingers along my skin made me feel so many things. My cock was hard I knew I would last when I finally had her as mine.