“Do you need help?” His face was serious as he walked over to me.
“Help with what?”
“Undressing.”
“You just want me to take my clothes off.”
“I don’t seduce drunk women.” He frowned and grabbed my hands. “Come, let me help you.”
“I don’t need your help.” I pouted childishly and pushed him away. “Who were all those people taking my photo?”
“Your photo?” He cocked his head and smiled.
“Yes, there was like a hundred different men calling at me.” My hands flew to my forehead. “All those lights.”
“They were paparazzi,” Xavier frowned. “I have no idea how they know we are here.”
“I have no idea why the paparazzi are interested in me.” I shook my head and sat on the bed. “I’m not famous or anything.”
“They were there for me, Lola.” Xavier made a face and I frowned.
“Oh?”
“I’m a prince, remember? I’m one of the most eligible bachelor princes in Europe.”
“Oh, yeah.” I made a face. “I almost forgot.” I lay back on the bed. “I just remembered that you were an inappropriate professor. I forgot you were an inappropriate prince as well.” I started laughing then. “I can’t believe you’re a prince.” I looked up at him and laughed.
“Why’s that?” He had a half smile on his face.
“You’re such as ass.” I laughed. “You have no people skills.”
“And you have so many, don’t you Lola?” He gave me a pointed look.
“Yes, I do.” I rolled over on my side and closed my eyes. “I’m a people person.”
“Hold on, sleepy. Let’s get you in your PJs.”
“You just want to touch me.” I mumbled sleepily as he pulled my top off.
“If that makes you feel better.” He reached for my pants and unzipped them.
“You just want to make love to me.” I mumbled as he pulled my pants down.
“Then you’re lucky you’re drunk.” His voice was serious.
“Hmm, your fingers feel soft.” I sighed as I felt his fingertips on my legs.
“Lola.” He groaned.
“Kiss me.” I moaned, my eyes closed. I was imagining myself entwined in his arms. “I want to feel you.”
“Where are your PJs, Lola?” He pulled away from me and I sighed.
“I’m cold. Touch me.”
“Lola, you’re sleeping. I guess they must be in your suitcase.”
“No, don’t go in.” I groaned thinking of the thongs.
“You can’t sleep in your underwear.” His voice was silky. “I’m not sure I can keep my hands off of you if you just have your underwear on.”
“It’s fine.” I mumbled, feeling myself start to drift off.
“I’ll let you sleep in my shirt.”
“Hmm.” I opened my eyes and saw him taking his shirt off, but I wasn’t able to keep them open for more than a few seconds.
“Put this on.” He pulled me up and put my arms into his shirt. I sighed contentedly and snuggled back into the bed and fell asleep.
***
I felt snug as a bug as I awoke. I was warm and fuzzy and I stretched languorously until I hit my hands hit something warm. I froze as I opened my eyes slowly. Oh God, Lola, what did you do? I tried to recall the previous evening, but all I could remember were the five courses we’d eaten and the copious amounts of wine.
I stared at Xavier’s sleeping face and his naked chest for a few seconds before checking to see what I was wearing. I looked down and saw that I was in his shirt, but I only sighed in relief when I felt my bra and panties on underneath. Phew.
“I could have taken them off if you’d wanted me to.” Xavier’s voice made me jump and I looked over at him with a flush.
“I didn’t want,” I snapped.
“I’m guessing drunk, happy Lola is gone?” He smiled at me as he stretched, and I tried not to stare at his pecs.
“I wasn’t drunk.” I pulled the sheet up to my waist and he laughed.
“Whatever you say.” His fingers reached over to me and ran down my cheek. “You look very beautiful in the morning.”
“Thank you,” I swallowed hard at stared at his face. His morning stubble was sexy as hell and his hair was unruly. I wanted to reach over and pat it down, but I didn’t.
“I could really kiss those juicy lips of yours right now.” He moved closer to me, and I found myself staring straight into his bright green irises.
“Please don’t,” I whispered as his lips crushed down on mine. He tasted warm and sweet and I melted against him. His fingers ran through my hair and I wrapped my arms around his waist. His tongue entered my mouth and I sucked it eagerly. All thoughts of him being an ass and this being an inappropriate moment fled my mind. When Xavier kissed me I felt like I was soaring in the air. There was no dislike or care about his superior attitude. All I felt was warmth and lust burning through to my soul. I needed to consume and be consumed by this man. I wanted to taste every inch of him. I wanted to feel every particle of skin. I wanted him to touch me all over until the shivering of my body erupted in a sea of emotion and pleasure.
I ran my fingers down his back and he groaned and pushed me back and rolled over on top of me. “You taste so sweet in the morning,” he growled against my lips.
“I didn’t brush my teeth yet.” I tried to pull back, but he was having none of it.
“Your skin is so sweet and silky. I want to taste you.” His lips fled to my neck.
I lay back and ran my fingers through his silky locks, enjoying the way he groaned against my neck as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“What are you doing to me?” He kissed further down my neck and undid the first few buttons on his shirt before kissing the valley between my br**sts. “You taste like warm sunshine and sex.” He grunted as his fingers ripped apart more buttons until the shirt was gaping open.
“I’ve never tasted something so sweet.”
“What about chocolate?” I smiled at him and he looked at me with a bright light in his eyes.
“Chocolate pales in comparison,” he licked my belly button and then kissed back up my stomach. I sat forward as his fingers reached behind my back and undid my bra. He pulled off the shirt and then threw my bra to the floor. His lips immediately fell to my breast and he took my nipple in his mouth gingerly and sucked hard. I cried out as a dart of pure pleasure ran through me.