Royal Surrender - chapter eight

Cajetan was no blushing virgin, but Noe made him feel as if he was.

As if, because this was new to her, it made it that much more fresh. As if this was novel to him.

And because it was Noe, he felt as if he’d never kissed before.

As if she was introducing him to the cosmos with every touch of her sweet mouth.

She kissed him at first hesitantly, then with more boldness.

He guided her and he followed her, and together they learned how well they could stoke the fire between them.

Together they learned how easy it was to dance this way, too.

As if he had never danced before—but if he had, it was as he had told her. He could not recall that he had ever touched another.

Cajetan had the wild, mad thought that he never wished to change that—

But he shoved that aside and continued learning what made her shiver, what made her smile.

“I don’t want to rush you,” he said, when everything was heat and hunger.

When the blaze of it all had become too serious.

She tipped her head back, even more beautiful than before. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes as bright as the clearest night sky, alive with stars. “You’re taking too long,” she whispered.

And the sounds she made when he bent and swept her into his arms thrilled him. It was half shocked sigh, half a kind of giggle, and he wanted to lick it from her lips like some kind of sugary sweet.

He’d picked her up for the simple pleasure of having her in his arms. And then, when that was no longer close enough, he carried her through the suite until he found the bedchamber. Inside, he set her down at the foot of the grand bed and watched as she looked around, solemnly.

“This seems a lovely room,” Noe said quietly. “You must enjoy it very much.”

“I have never entered this room before,” he told her, his words coming out like some kind of vow. “I’ve never entered the club before, to be honest. I saw no point in membership. Until you.”

“I shouldn’t mind either way,” she said, though her cheeks got brighter. Her gaze met his almost shyly. “But I’m glad.”

She was the one who moved into his arms then, kissing him with all of that passion she claimed she didn’t know or have inside of her.

And he told himself that was enough.

But Noe decided otherwise, and it wasn’t long before there was nothing between them but the heat they made.

“I don’t want you to feel as if there is any kind of pressure —” he began.

But she reached over and put her finger on his mouth, her smile wide and true. “Teach me everything, Cajetan. I want to know you in every way possible.”

And so that was what he did.

Over and over again.