Free A Prince's Ransom: Kidnapped by the Billionaire by Ella Slade

against the side of her face, “and so much shorter without those heels.”
    “Hey!” she snorted, wrinkling her nose in annoyance. “Don’t you go calling me short, certainly not in this situation.”
    “My apologies,” Eric answered, suppressing laughter as he tugged her back against his bare chest. She drew in a sharp breath, able to feel his own growing arousal rubbing at her. “No, I must admit, you seem perhaps the perfect size…” He pressed a kiss to her temple, and then shifted to nuzzle her hair, while his arm went around her. The Prince’s fingers had skated half-way down her back by then, and he paused there, just where the curve was deepest, and allowed his nails to drag against her delicately. Katherine gasped and shut her eyes, one of her hands lifting behind them and threading through his black hair. It was wet now, and thicker than she would’ve expected as she ran her fingers through it. He pressed his mouth against the nape of her neck. With the warm water running over them both, she could feel the tips of her breasts hardening without being touched, and her thighs pressed against one another.
    Eric nibbled on her skin lightly, his hand moving downward again, nails still scraping against her lightly until he was at the curve of her ass. He cupped it, squeezing it, and then spanked it lightly; Katherine squeaked softly in surprise, then pressed herself back against his manhood to feel it digging into her back, squirming her hips back and forth. He grunted and chuckled, and his lips sealed against her skin, suckling her roughly as the first moan spilled from her lips. She bit down to keep from letting another one escape so easily.
    His other hand, where it had been wrapped around her waist, moved upward without letting go of her, brushing over her breasts; he grasped one for a moment, lifting it and squeezing it, pinching her nipple before letting go again. Those questing fingers, clearly knowing their destination, moved up higher, rubbing at her collarbone, her throat, her jaw, every part of her feeling like it was being vaguely electrocuted when he touched her. Two of his fingers circled her lips, and Katherine squirmed against him.
    “Open up, darling ,” he practically purred into her ear. “You were so good about keeping quiet at the club so no one saw, but just because we’re properly alone this time doesn’t mean you get to be too loud. Besides, with such a foul mouth, this seems a much better use of that tongue.” He grinned into her skin, and she flushed deeply as she elbowed his ribs.
    Eric grunted, and then his grip on her tightened. Before she had to react, Katherine yelped in surprise when he turned her around and pressed her against the wall. Her back molded against the cool tile between the shower knobs, and she looked up at him with wide, startled eyes. His own were smoldering down at her as he caught her wrists and held them against the wall on either side of her head. Her throat tightened, but she managed to smirk at him a little bit.
    “What? Did I upset Prince Eric the Great?” she teased softly, and his eyes narrowed at her dangerously. She gulped. He was pressed tightly against her, her breasts mushed flashed against his chest.
    “You really do talk too much, my dear,” he growled to her before slamming his lips down on hers, silencing her despite the squeak of surprise. She leaned into his kiss hungrily, wanting to take as much of it as she could, trying to pull herself free from where she was pinned. He tasted like the wonderful spiced wine they’d had at dinner, heated and exotic and unlike anything she’d ever tasted before, his lips questing at hers with the same greed she was kissing his. Softly, Katherine moaned into his mouth, allowing her eyes to flutter shut, and nipping softly on his lower lip.
    He pulled back, and she gasped in surprise, looking up at him. “Seriously, how many times are you going to stop too soon?” she whined, squirming and trying