Free Prince's Addiction (The Exiled Royals Series Book 2) by Ivy Iverson

for him. The heat flared through her belly, and, even if it was only for tonight, and even if she wasn’t being honest with him in return, Kate wanted Alex like she’d never wanted anyone before. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her skin. “Don’t you love the way I could whisper sweet nothings to you, princess.”
    When she spoke, her words were so strained, as if speaking were the hardest thing on Earth. “I want you to do more.”
    It was all she needed to say.
    He was kissing her then, fevered sucking at her neck and then feather-light kisses that teased her collarbone. The next thing she knew, his mouth was on hers, his tongue tangling with hers warm and reassuringly. She reached up and grabbed onto his shoulders, solid like rock, and then relaxed even further as he ran his hands over her body, down her back and to her hips. Heat wasn’t just flaring through her body. No, it was more than that. She was wet and so ready for him, and so quickly. All she wanted was to feel skin against skin and to have him fill her deep inside.
    “Too many clothes,” she gasped, pulling away from him.
    He nodded. “It’s like you’re reading my mind.”
    She stood. He reached over and lowered the zipper inch by agonizing inch on the back of her dress. She smirked even if he couldn’t see it and then shimmied out of it, standing before him in nothing but fine black lace. Kate turned around and was gratified with the way he licked his lips and how much more dilated his pupils seemed to be.
    He stood up as well and stripped for her. It was slow and sensual, and she loved how the silk of his shirt slid off of his torso effortlessly. The sight before her made her knees weak, and she couldn’t keep herself from running her hands over his torso as Alex unhooked his belt. Even in a tank top, she’d had no idea how gorgeous he was.
    Sure he was close to six and a half feet of broad-shouldered man, but his torso was a damn work of art, like he’d been carved out of marble for posterity in a museum—large shoulders, arms that looked strong enough to carry her anywhere, and a line of rippling abs that ended with the most tantalizing trail of hair going places south.
    She grinned and reached out and ran her fingernails over the lines of his abs, enjoying the way he shivered under her ministrations. “Well, I didn’t think princes were supposed to be ticklish.”
    He was still for a moment, even as he finished unbuttoning his pants. “Don’t.”
    “Don’t what?”
    “My title. It’s not even official currently, and it might never be again. I’m not a prince, that’s all.”
    “Then it’s not completely what I meant,” she corrected, smiling and running her hands over the sharp planes of his delicious hip bones as well. “I just didn’t expect someone as strong and strapping to be ticklish. I mean, you squirm as badly as Lily.”
    “I don’t always have to be manly,” he said, the smile returning to his face as he broke away from her to push off his pants and his boxers. “Besides, those nails of yours could drive any man wild, princess.”
    She wanted to say something cool and flippant—find a way to disarm him. Instead, she let out a gasp and shook her head in astonishment. Kate couldn’t help it. The sight of his erection springing free, already glistening with precum, was probably one of the seven damn wonders of the world. She’d had a few men in her life, but none of them had come close to his size. She shuddered just thinking about having him inside her.
    “You’re amazing.”
    He shook his head and kissed her again, and she could already feel his erection pressing against her stomach. “You’re the amazing one. I just…you’re sure, even if I’m not even in line for anything?”
    She nodded and stroked his cheek. “I want you. Please, Alex, make love to me.”
    And, to be fair, Kate was surprised by the vehemence of her words, her desperation. This wasn’t an act. It wasn’t