Chapter Ten
Ash
And that’s what will make you an excellent royal, better than I could ever hope to be.
“Don’t misunderstand,” she amended. “I applaud your effort and charity work. I’m sure you’ve donated more than I could ever hope to. My calling, my passion, is just different than yours.”
I smiled. She was worried she’d offended me.
I kissed the top of her head and directed her attention to the clearing ahead. “What’s that?” she asked as she took in the candlelit picnic I’d orchestrated. Her eyes filled with excitement. “Is that where we’re going?”
I nodded. “This end of the park is completely empty. Not a person or a paparazzo in sight.”
She squeezed my arm, and her excitement bled into me, warming me, changing me, showing me a glimpse of how perfect life could be. Then she let go, running off without me.
When I reached the blanket, Charlotte had already pulled everything out of the basket and uncorked the wine. She poured and raised her glass. “To us,” she said with a grin. “May we always delight in the journey.”
“Hear, hear.”
When Charlotte lowered her glass, her expression changed. Gone was the excitement and joy. Her topaz eyes burned with fire and intent.
I swallowed hard. I knew that look, but she’d have to make the first move. I wouldn’t, not after she so clearly drew her line yesterday. “Kiss me,” she said softly.
I took a breath, heart pounding in my chest. “Are you certain, my lady?”
“Yes. Kiss me,” she said again.
I didn’t ask a second time.
We crashed into each other. Lips parting and tongues swirling, and oh, holy hell, she tasted like strawberries. I pulled her closer, scooting her to me until she was in my lap entirely. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms hooked over my shoulders.
I kissed down the line of her smooth, perfect throat, and she moaned, arching her neck and her pelvis into me as I found each sensitive spot.
Holy mother of god, she turned me on. “Charlotte,” I murmured in the hollow of her throat. “I have to stop before I lose control.”
“Please,” she said, arching herself into me once more. “I don’t want you to stop. I want you right here, right now, Ash.”
I groaned as she said my name and pulled away to look at her. Cheeks burning with flush and eyes wide, she panted, “Please.”
“Are you certain?”
She leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear. “Yes. I want you to fuck me right now.”
I growled at her words and took her right there on a blanket in the middle of Central Park.
I laid her down, ripping off my shirt, and sliding the straps of her sundress off her shoulders. She bit her lip as I pulled the top to her waist, revealing perfectly pert breasts. I devoured them, sucking and licking, nipping and cupping as she writhed and bucked under me.
“Don’t stop,” she panted, lacing her hands in my hair when I tried to move away.
I didn’t need to be told again. I worshiped her, caressing and tweaking her nipples as my other hand slid up her leg and beneath her dress. I took my time, tracing the curve of her inner thigh until I was inches away from her center.
She arched her hips toward me. “Please, Ash. Touch me,” she breathed.
I slid a single finger down her slippery lips. “You’re so wet,” I mumbled from between her tits. I circled around her clit, once, twice, three times before she begged me to stop teasing her. I glanced at her, glowing with sex flush, heavy-lidded, and the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. “How would you like to come, Charlotte?”
“Any way. All the ways. I don’t care. Just please stop teasing me.”
My cock throbbed, straining against my pants. I wanted so much to feel myself sliding into her warm, wet depths, but I feared I wouldn’t last long. Instead, I thumbed her clit as I put two fingers deep inside her. I leaned close, putting my lips right to her ear as I stroked her inside and out, finding the pressure and rhythm she liked the most. “I want you to come on my hand, Charlotte,”
“Oh, god,” she moaned as her body contracted around my fingers. She screamed into the night, coming longer than I’d ever seen before.
I didn’t give her time to recover. While her body still shook, I unzipped and plowed into her. Fuck! “Holy hell, Charlotte, your pussy is divine,” I rumbled next to her ear as I pounded into her.
She came again, tightening around my cock so hard, she almost threw me over the edge, but I managed to keep my self-control. I had to make her come at least one more time.
I flipped her over on her forearms and knees, anchoring myself with a hand on her hip and sliding across her drenched clit with the other. It didn’t take long, not like that, before she screamed at the sky again, convulsing and shaking around me until I came too, longer and harder than I ever had with anyone else.
It took a long time for us to come back down to earth. We laid on the blanket staring into the starless sky for days it seemed, caressing and whispering how amazing the other was. Eventually, we put our clothes back in order, packed up the untouched picnic and headed back to Charlotte’s place.
“At some point,” she said when we entered her penthouse. “You’ll have to tell me all about those lovely little cakes and pastries in that basket of yours. But that will have to wait until you’ve fucked me again.”