Chapter 1: Carrie
I really can’t believe I am here.
But those are Erik’s arms around me, and I am smelling his cologne. I want to freak out and cry at the same time.
“God, I missed you,” he said again, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. My body does some delicious shivering, and I can feel the anticipation of what is to come flowing through my veins. After a month of waiting and talking about it, I was here with Erik.
“Oh my god. Are you going to do this the entire month? I mean, come on, think about us single girls.”
I pulled back from Erik’s embrace, feeling him wrap his arm around my waist as we both watched Jeanie walk toward us, a smile on her face. It was like a no-brainer to ask her to join me, not sure of how this relationship with Erik was going to work out in the long run. I wanted to have someone here that was going to have my back regardless.
“Hello Jeanie,” Erik said warmly. “Welcome to Maltan.”
“It’s cute,” she said, looking around the airport. “Can we get a drink or something? I’m dying here.?”
Erik squeezed my waist before letting me go, and I feel the disconnect instantly. “Come on,” he said, motioning to the open door on the car. “Let’s get going.”
Jeanie climbed into the car, and I started to before Erik pulled me against him, his sexy smile making my stomach flip over. “Can I have a kiss?”
I slid my arms around his neck and brought my face close to his, so close that I could see my features mirrored in his sunglasses. “I suppose so.”
He chuckled and pressed his lips to mine, causing all kinds of electric sparks shooting off in my body. Gah, I had forgotten how he made me feel, how he tasted!
He pulled back before I had a chance to deepen the kiss and I groaned. “There’s more where that came from,” he said softly.
“I hope so,” I remarked, climbing into the cool interior. Erik climbed in as well, and we were moving before the door closed.
“You know,” Jeanie said as we zipped through the unfamiliar streets. “I thought you were lying about this whole future king thing, but man, if you are, you are playing it up very well.”
Erik chuckled as he took his hand in mine, his thumb drawing circles over the top of my hand. “I promise you, I haven’t lied about anything. I hope that you enjoy your time here in my country and if there is anything you wish, I will do my best to make it happen.”
“Don’t tell her that,” I groaned, seeing the light flicker on in Jeanie’s eyes. “She can come up with some virtually impossible things.”
“Hey, it’s vacation,” Jeanie said as the car started to slow once more.
I turned my attention to the motion of the car, looking out the window as we passed through some tall iron gates. “Are we already here?” I asked.
“Maltan is a small country,” Erik supplied, releasing my hand.
“Good,” Jeanie replied as the car slowed to a stop. “I barely know New York as it is.”
The door opened, and Erik climbed out, reaching back to help me out. “Welcome to my home,” he said with a grin. I accepted his hand, looking up at the massive residence he was calling his home. Oh, by holy, it was gorgeous, a large imposing stone structure with windows everywhere. I could hear the sound of the water nearby, the smell of the sea heavy in the air as Erik led me down a stone path lined with guards, guns strapped to their sides. They all saluted as Erik walked past and I wondered if I would ever get used to the fact that I was dating the next king of Maltan.
We all stepped into the cool interior of a hallway, and I marveled at my opulent surroundings, the wide sweeping windows that overlooked a turquoise sea. I was truly in paradise and Erik was a part of it, finally.
Erik tugged on my arm, and I followed him down a smaller hallway, the chatter of the group disappearing with each step. “Taking me to the dungeon?” I teased as he tried the first couple of doors.
“No,” he said, grabbing me. “I’m doing something I’ve wanted to do for quite some time.”
“Wha?” I said as he pushed me into the dark room and shut the door, his arms going around me instantly. His mouth found mine, and he kissed me hungrily, with such passion that I felt it all the way to my toes.
“I missed the hell out of you,” he whispered against my mouth, turning us around so that I was sandwiched between his hard body and the door. “You couldn’t get here soon enough, you know that?”
“I-I missed you too,” I breathed as his lips found my neck, his hands sliding downward until they found the edge of my dress. I ceased to breathe as his fingers touched my bare thighs, sliding upward until they were touching the lace of my panties.
“Damn,” he groaned, his lips on my collarbone. “You are so wet.”
I squirmed, urging his fingers to the aching center that begged for his touch. “It’s been a long time.”
He dropped a kiss on my collarbone, his breath on my cheek now. “We will be making up for lost time, I can promise you that.”
My knees buckled as his fingers started to dance over my wet panties, delving inside and colliding with the hard nub waiting there. “Oh god.”
He chuckled, and it was the sexiest thing I had heard in quite some time. In this moment, he wasn’t a king, and I wasn’t just a peasant. It was Erik and Carrie, and I wished for that time to last just a little bit longer.
His fingers started their slow circle, and I felt the pressure building, my breath coming in pants now. This was what I had craved over the last month, my own fingers not giving me enough release to ever feel satisfied.
“Yes,” he urged, taking my mouth in his, our tongues doing a dangerous tango. I whimpered as the first orgasm hit, nearly biting his tongue in two as I tore from his kiss, my cries echoing in the dark, silent room.