Royal Line by Carrie Ryan (lightweight ebook reader .txt) 📗

ambitious for my situation, which was BS. But Kannon… Kannon lit my skin on fire, and I didn’t know what to do with that.

“You’re too close.”

“You are free to move, princess.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Well, you are a princess, aren’t you? A spoiled, pampered rich girl who doesn’t have to follow any rules, right?”

“You don’t know me. You think you have any idea who I am? God, you’re just a giant pain in the—”

“You talk too damn much.” And with that, his lips slammed down on mine.

Molding over mine in a perfect fit. Again, I’d like to pretend I stood shell-shocked for a moment. I would like to pretend that I even put up some kind of fight. I would like to pretend that I hadn’t been completely malleable and easy, but that would be BS. Total and utter bullshit. I didn’t fight. I didn’t put up any kind of resistance at all. Instead, I closed my eyes and savored the sensation of his lips on mine, having missed the contact.

His tongue delved into my mouth, stroking and licking. Mine danced in partnership with his, desperate for more, greedy, needing him. He backed me up against the counter and then he bent down slightly. His hands were suddenly on the backs of my legs as he hoisted me up onto the counter. Stepping between my knees, he angled the kiss better. My legs wound around his waist, bringing him closer. Oh so close. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my cleft, and I couldn’t help but shudder. God, yes. This was what I needed. This was what I had been hoping for and needing, and… Oh my God.

He made a low growl in the back of his throat. He slid his hands into my hair, fisting gently, angling my head, completely taking over the kiss. My hips rolled into his, and another of those low groans rumbled against my chest.

Then my hands were on him, sliding up over his chest, over and around his shoulders, stroking every muscle. I slid my hands into his hair, my nails scoring his scalp. I could feel the shudder run through his body, and I almost smiled in satisfaction.

His hands slid up over my hips, under the hem of the shirt I wore. His thumbs gently grazed my belly before bracketing my ribs. Slowly, slowly inching up. I arched my back in silent invitation. God, I needed to just...if he could just—

And we had lift off.

He palmed both of my breasts, kneading them gently. And I could feel the pulsing straight down in my core. I rolled my hips over his erection again, and he met me roll for roll. One of his thumbs stroked my nipple, and I tore my lips from his. “Oh my God.”

He captured my lips again quickly as he continued stroking my nipple, pinching it lightly. The pleasure pulsed between my thighs and I could feel it. I was coming. That blissful heat chasing up over my spine, it was coming. I was so goddamn close. One of his hands slid away from my breast and scooped down over my ass, bringing me closer against him, making sure there was no room between us. That I had nowhere to escape.

Yes. This is what I had been craving during that whole drive from the city. This is what I’d hoped would happen last night without even knowing it. This was what I wanted. Kannon. With his hands all over me and his mouth on me, and—

“While it’s totally hot watching you two grope each other, we have work to do. Bone on your own time.”

Kannon whirled around. He had a gun in his hand. Where had that come from?

I whipped my head around to find the woman I’d seen back at the hotel. The one Kannon called Sparrow. Now I was able to see her more clearly, and she was gorgeous. She was shorter than me. More average height. Her hair was dark and glossy, her skin a light brown. She also had the kind of cheekbones that made women jealous. Her eyes were wide-set and seemingly missed nothing. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, and she wore a cheeky grin, displaying even, white teeth.

A shuddering breath tore out of Kannon. “Jesus Christ, Sparrow, I could have shot you.”

“Hardly. You didn’t even hear Olly and me come in.” The woman smiled and waved at me. “Hi, I’m Sparrow. I work for him. We didn’t get to chat at the hotel earlier.”

Kannon turned back to me. His gaze landed on my lips once more, and then he backed away. His grip was firm on my waist as he picked me up as if I weighed nothing then settled me gently on the floor. “Formally then, London, Sparrow. Sparrow, London. Sparrow’s number one on my team.”

“How big is the team?”

“Total six. She’s one of my best bodyguards.”

I eyed her. She was small, but something about the glint in her eye told me that she was more than capable. I gave her a shy smile. “Hi. Sorry about this.”

She shrugged. “I’m just shocked to learn that Mr. Truth and Justice also has a heart. No one is going to believe this.”

Kannon scrubbed a hand over his face. “Christ, Sparrow, come on. Cut me some slack. Did you bring what we needed?”

She slid him a glance that fully said, “You’re busted, sucker.” But she turned around and opened a bag she’d placed on the island and then dumped out several things. “Olly is bringing the rest of the clothes inside.”

She turned her gaze to me. “I think I got your size right,”—she snickered—“but Kannon will have to tell me if your bra sizing is correct.”

Kannon growled. “Sparrow, that’s enough.”

She giggled. “I’m just saying. Last night, you told me 34C. But now that you’ve had the chance to further explore, is that accurate?”

My skin heated. “Oh my God, I’m actually a 32D, but it’s fine. I’m sure whatever you got