“Oh my God.” I pressed my hand to my chest and spun in a circle as I took in my surroundings. “This can’t be real. This is absolutely amazing. Gorgeous. I can’t even. Paxton.”

Awe dripped from every word.

We might as well have been staying at the Royal Palace for all the luxury of the over-the-top suite.

“Gorgeous,” he said in a low voice. I turned that direction at the sound of his voice. Only he wasn’t looking at the overindulgent luxury of the suite.

He was looking directly at me.

My breath caught when he began to stalk my direction.

The air grew thick and he slanted me one of those smiles that owned the world before he ripped his shirt over his head.

A stunned, “Oh,” bled from my mouth.

Was that drool?

My gaze swept his body. With each step he took, his abs rippled and the muscles of his wide, strong shoulders flexed and bowed.

This…this was what fantasies were made of. It seemed impossible it could be my reality.

“Are we doing this…right now?” I asked as he began to back me through the main room and into the bedroom waiting beyond.

“Oh, yes, Kaylee Rose, we are definitely doing this right now.” His voice dropped an octave. Slow and rough.

A tremor rolled down my spine, and my heart rate sped.

Desire twisted through my belly and pulsed between my thighs.

This felt so…different than the last time. Last time had felt like a secret. A memory to hold, never to be repeated again.

This felt like a statement.

Like a claim.

He took another step toward me. He pushed his fingers under my shirt and lifted it over my head. My hair tickled down around my shoulders, my breasts straining with need as cool air brushed my skin.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered again. His fingertips trailed across the lace of my bra. The grin he wore grew wicked as he leaned around and flicked the snap and freed it. He slid it down my arms and took a step back to pull it free. “So damned gorgeous. Look at you. So pink and lush.” His voice dipped in seduction. “The softest rose.”

Chills skated, a rash of goosebumps lifting in their wake.

Paxton followed them with his fingers. “Do you feel that, Kaylee Rose?” He inflected the last as he edged me into the room that was just as extravagant as the first. I swore it was like stepping into a museum. “What I do to you?”

His slid his palms up my arms and over my shoulders. Purposefully, he ran them down my sides where his fingers dipped into the waist of my skirt. He tugged it free.

I yelped when he suddenly hauled me up and tossed me on the bed. A giggle filtered out, and I arched up on the bed as he tugged off my shoes.

He wound his fingers in the side of my underwear, hesitated for the briefest flash of a second, before he pressed a kiss between my thighs. “I like these.”

He dragged them off.

“But I like you bare better.”

Another giggle.

God. This so wasn’t me. But it felt so good. Felt so right.

“I think I like you bare better, too.”

“Is that so?”

Chewing at my bottom lip, I nodded, my hair billowing out across the pillow. “That’s so.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his strong chest. “I think that can be accommodated.”

He flicked the button on his jeans and shrugged out of them.

My head spun.

One of the most sought-after bachelors in the world was standing in front of me. Hard. Ready. Wanting me.

All the reservations and questions I’d been feeling flew out the window.

I climbed to my knees and met him at the edge of the bed.

I pressed my mouth to the bristling muscle of his chest. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I’m here…in this place…with you.”

Hot hands scraped over my shoulders. “I don’t want you anywhere else.”

“I still don’t get that, but I’ll take it.” It was almost a tease.

He laughed, the sound a lure. “Oh, you’re going to take it, all right.”

Shivers danced, and I started kissing down his chest, over the hard, hard planes of his six-pack that flexed and bunched beneath my lips. My tongue licked out for a taste.

All man.

He wrapped his hands in my hair, fisting it tight when I got to the band of his underwear.

I peeked up at him as I slowly lowered them.

He shrugged out of them and increased his hold.

“Take me into your mouth.”

Lust rocked me to the core. I liked it. Liked that he wasn’t afraid to demand what he wanted. Liked it more when he groaned when I pressed my lips to the tip. My tongue explored, before I took him deeper.

His stomach jerked and ticked, and he left one hand tangled in my hair while the other came to the side of my face as he began to guide me up and down his length. His hips rocked in time. Needier. Deeper. Harder.

“Fuck,” he cursed. He pulled free. A shocked gasp left me when he suddenly pulled me up from my knees. The man devoured my mouth, tongue and teeth and lips, before he was pushing me back into the middle of the bed.

“I need to get inside of you, Kaylee Rose. Right now.”

Almost frantic, he dug around in the basket filled with necessities that had been left bedside.

My mouth watered as I watched him roll a condom over his cock.

He climbed onto the bed and wedged himself between my knees.

He leaned down close to my ear. “Hold on.”

I did exactly what he said, my fingertips digging into the skin of his shoulders as he tucked my knee over his hip.

He filled me in one solid thrust.

“Paxton.” It was a throaty moan.

“Fuck…so good. I fucking love the way you feel. So damned perfect,” he mumbled as he pulled out then rocked back in, stealing my breath. He was quick to pick up a rigid pace. Hard and long. Deep and demanding. So, so good.

He pushed up to his hands, looking down at me as he took me whole.

I forgot who I was.

Where I was.

The only thing I was in that moment was his.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, and my hand fluttered down my belly.

He groaned when I brushed my fingers into my folds, my first two fingertips running circles around my clit.

“So hot. Shit…you’re so hot. Look at you. Look at you.”

We both watched down where we were joined. His hips snapped and my fingers strummed my body.

Pleasure wound fast. So thick I swore I could see it hovering in the air.

Every muscle on his gorgeous body tightened, and I rocked up, desperate to meet him thrust for thrust.

I’d never felt anything like this.

Not once in my life.

Not ever.

He sat back on his knees and wound his arms under my hips, lifting them from the bed. The magnitude of the shift hit me from every side, consumed with the way his body filled mine.

So full.

So much.

So good.

Bliss broke. It sped through my nerves, saturating every cell.

I cried out, and he increased his pace, harder and faster as he pulled every ounce of pleasure from my body. He shouted my name, his hips erratic before he stilled, his hands gripping me tight.

I could feel the intensity of his orgasm, as fierce as mine.

Mind-bending.

Heart-stopping.

I couldn’t breathe.

He laughed when he toppled down at my side. “That was…”

“Incredible,” I said.

“Amazing,” he returned.

“Mind-blowing.”

“Unforgettable.” It was the truth. It didn’t matter where we ended up. I was never going to forget this.

His smile softened as he ran his fingers through my hair. “Thank you for coming with me. You don’t know what it means to me.”

“I wouldn’t want to be any other place.”

His brow arched. “Really?”

I searched within myself for the truth. “Really.”

He grinned. “That’s good, because I wouldn’t let you leave.”

I could feel the heat flame to my cheeks.

“Come on, get up. I need to feed you.”

“Do I have to?” It was only half a tease.

He smacked my ass, and I yelped. “Yes, you have to. You’re going to need your energy for everything I have planned for you. Now get that fine ass out of my bed.”

“Bossy,” I told him as I gathered the sheet and wrapped it around my body.

A smirk lifted one side of his mouth. “You have no idea.”