Her Royal Bodyguard, book #2 in my Her Royal Romance series, is now available for download. I love these characters, the young romantic princess who comes to realize how sheltered she has been, and the loyal bodyguard who tries so hard to resist his attraction to the woman he has sworn to protect.
He climbed onto the bed with her. “Amore.” He gently cupped her jaw and covered her mouth with his.
She sighed and opened for him, drawing his tongue into her mouth. Each deep pull shot straight to his erection. He wrapped his arms around her and lowered her onto the mattress.
Soft. Warm. Smelling so sweet and tasting of red wine and Angelina. Her dark eyes sparkled. He didn’t see a trace of nerves or uncertainty in their depths.
She brushed her fingers over his head. “I’m glad you grew your hair in. I like being able to run my fingers through it.
He liked anything that got her hands on him. “Then I’m glad I tired of shaving it every
“Touch me, Rico,” she whispered. “Please touch me.”
She didn’t have to ask again. He took his time, letting his hands roam over her body. Softly. Gently.
He felt her gaze on him, watching as he focused his attention on her soft breasts. She gasped when he teased her tight nipples, first with his fingers and then with his hungry mouth.
Angelina arched her back and cried out his name. “That feels incredible. Harder, Rico. Suck harder.”
He smiled around the nipple in his mouth. He should have known his Angelina would not want gentle. She had a hot-blooded passion to match his own.
Eventually, he released her nipples and focused attention on other areas of her lovely body. She sighed as he stroked her slender arms, her long legs, her flat abdomen. Soon she was moving wildly beneath his caresses. He stretched out beside her and slipped his fingers through the curls between her thighs. Her hands caught the bed covers and she gasped.
“I want to make sure you’re ready for me,” he told her. Her wetness covered his fingers and he spread the moisture along her slick flesh. When he found her tiny clitoris and circled it with one finger, her hips jerked and she cried out.
“Yes. That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re ready, aren’t you, amore? You’re ready for me?”