His Royal Princess: A Billionaire Boys Club Novella (7 page)

Luke wasn’t asleep. Hell, a man who took as many naps as he did in a day due to the fact that he had no phone, no computer, no books, and no TV? He was surprised he got any sleep at night. Instead, he stared up at the ceiling, thinking.

Thinking about his career, the movie, his future . . . and Alex.

The last month had been an eye-opener. He’d always pushed back when his publicist had wanted him to date other high-profile women to increase his visibility. He wasn’t into climbing the social ladder. But now? Now it seemed like everything was a social ladder. He was dating Alex, and he’d been offered more big roles in the last two weeks than he had in the last eight years of acting. It should have been exciting. Instead, he found it annoying. They didn’t want him for his acting ability. They wanted him for his ability to pull tabloid headlines.

He was pretty sure Nick was pissed at him, too. Production had mostly halted while they waited for Luke to get better. Even when he had been on set, he hadn’t been giving it his all. He’d balked and fussed at the graphic sex scene in the movie (thankfully shot without Alex there) until Nick had decided to go a different route entirely, and they’d faded to black on the scene instead. He’d just felt . . . strange about making out with Pam on camera knowing that Alex would see it. Nick had bitched and thrown a fit, but Luke hadn’t caved. And now that Luke was on bed rest? Nick had a standing invite to come and visit at the palace, and hadn’t shown up once.

Pissed
was probably too mild a word.
On the verge of recasting the role
was probably more like it, but Luke was now the hottest thing in Hollywood, he thought cynically. There was no way he’d get a better box office draw than Luke now, so they were stuck together.

Plus, he suspected Nick’s brittle ego had been bruised when it got out that Alex was romantically interested in Luke and not Nick. Sometimes directors were funny that way.

Alex. His thoughts went to her and her regal face, that dimple that flashed when she really smiled. How utterly sexy she’d been in bed with him earlier. He’d wanted to flip her down into the bed and push himself on top of her. They’d gone really slow in their relationship—real fucking slow. He wanted her, and he wanted more of her. After having her in his bed earlier? It felt real damn lonely to be there by himself.

His hand went under the blanket and he stroked his cock, imagining Alex’s soft mouth and the small noises she’d made when he’d kissed her. Fuck, she’d been pretty. It felt wrong to have a jerk-off session in the posh bedroom with her sleeping a few doors down, but if he didn’t get rid of some of the tension in his body, he’d lose his mind. Just thinking about Alex made him want her. Not just her body, but her smiles, her teasing conversations, her simple joy.

He had it bad for the princess, all right. And he didn’t even mind it. Being with her felt good and right, like he’d found his other half.

Luke’s hand stroked up and down his shaft again. Too bad his other half was currently in her virginal bed down the hall. He’d love to sneak in next to her, slide under the covers, and—

The wall moved.

Luke jerked upright in the bed, flicking on the light. This palace was old but surely it wasn’t fucking haunted, was it? His heart hammered as the shadows moved.

And then Alex stepped out.

“Princess? What the fuck—”

She put a finger to her lips and clicked her flashlight off, then turned to the wall and touched the underside of an old painting. The wall slid closed again and she moved forward toward him.

He stared. “Is that a secret passage?”

She nodded, her hair tumbling around her shoulders. She wore a silk night robe and her breasts swayed as she moved toward him on the bed. “Please don’t say a thing about it, Luke. Only the royal family knows. It’s for emergencies only.”

“I won’t say anything.” He sat up straighter in the bed, the covers falling to his waist. Hopefully they’d hide his rather rampant erection that was not being helped by Alex’s presence . . . and in that silky robe. “Why are you here? Is everything all right?”

Instead of answering, she continued to approach the bed. When she got to his side, Luke half expected her to sit down on the edge of the bed, or the chair nearby. She crawled on top of him instead and began to kiss him.

Damn. If this was a wet dream, he didn’t want to wake up. With a groan, Luke pushed his hand into her hair, anchoring her in place against him and kissed her with all the need that had been building over the last few weeks. Her mouth moved with his, soft and sweet, and she made a low noise of pleasure in her throat before breaking away from the embrace. “I want to make love to you, Luke.”

“Princess . . . baby, you sure?” He could feel her trembling against him.

She nodded and buried her face against his neck. “I want us to be together in all ways. Do you . . . do you want me?”

Did he want her? Was she crazy? He was going mad with wanting her. He slid her off of him and onto the bed so she lay next to him. Then, he took her hand in his and carefully moved it down under the sheets until she could feel the bulge of his aching erection. “What does this tell you?”

Her small gasp was gratifying. “That . . . I might have interrupted something before I came in?”

He chuckled and leaned in to nuzzle her lovely mouth. That hand on his cock was doing crazy things to him. “You can’t blame a guy with no TV and no Internet. Gotta do something to pass the time. I was thinking about my princess.”

Her hand tightened on his shaft, and the breath nearly hissed from his throat.

“You were thinking about me?” she asked, breathless.

“Always.” Luke’s hand trailed down her side. “I think about you obsessively.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one,” she said with a soft smile. Her hand squeezed his shaft and balls. “Though I haven’t gone to this level.”

“Do princesses not masturbate?”

A little shocked gasp escaped her throat.

“I’m going to take that as a no.” He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. “Hollywood actors do, though. Especially when they’re dating sexy princesses.”

The look in her eyes was soft, and she bit her lip while gazing at his mouth. Her hand hadn’t moved from its spot on his cock, and he had to admit that he liked it there. Maybe a little too much. “You gonna keep touching me while I kiss you, Princess?”

“Only if you like it.”

“Oh, I like it all right.” He kissed her again, his tongue flicking against the seam of her mouth. She opened for him, and the kiss grew deeper. He thrust into her mouth and his hips moved against her hand, almost as if the two were connected. In response, she gave a soft little moan. He kissed her again, and she was content to flick her tongue against his, and he realized that she . . . probably didn’t have a lot of experience kissing. He lifted his head. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Alex jerked back from him, her hand flying off his cock. She looked shocked and a little embarrassed. “Why would you say that?”

Because of that reaction right there? Because she wasn’t an amazing kisser, but what she lacked in experience, she made up in the way she reacted? Because he didn’t think that the palace let her have a lot of sleepovers? “You just seem sheltered, Alex. It’s not a bad thing. I just want to know if I need to go slower with you.”

She relaxed at that. “I don’t care if you go slow or fast as long as we keep going.”

“But you are a virgin?”

Alex nodded slowly. “Does that change things?”

“Only if you want them to.”

“I don’t.” Her hand went to his chest and she pressed against his bare skin. “I hope you don’t think less of me.”

“I think the world of you, Alex.” He kissed her again, paying attention to that soft, pouty lower lip of hers. Then he kissed lower, moving down her chin, then to her neck. “Surely you’ve figured that out by now.”

She trembled underneath him and her hands went to his shoulders, as if wanting to hold on to him for strength. “I’m pretty new to . . . relationships in general. You’ll have to give me a pass on some things.”

“Or we can just work through them,” he said with a wicked smile. “I’d be happy to show you lots of things.” Luke sat up and put his hand on the tight sash of her robe. “May I?”

Alex nodded, everything about her body screaming shyness. This was a woman who could carry on a conversation with a dozen dignitaries at a dinner party, yet she was shy around him? It was strange and humbling. He wanted to put her at ease, but other than plying her with alcohol, he’d have to use words to make her relax.

Words were something Luke was good at. Granted, they were usually other people’s words, but Alex’s loveliness inspired him. “I love how soft your skin is,” he said, lifting his hand from the sash at her waist and deciding to stall for a moment. Instead, he brushed the backs of his knuckles along her jaw. “How your skin feels like petals against mine. How lovely you are.” His knuckles dragged lower, down the elegant column of her neck and to the gape of the material between her breasts. He skimmed the soft skin there, and then leaned in to kiss it.

She gasped, and her hands went to his hair.

“Too fast?” he asked, slowly kissing that small patch of bare flesh between her cleavage. She smelled like scented soap here, and her skin was warm and so soft that it made him ache all over. He wanted to caress every damn inch of her.

“I’m fine.” Alex was breathless, but her fingers were curled in his hair and she hadn’t pulled him away from her. He felt her quiver when his tongue flicked out against her skin. He loved that small quiver. He couldn’t wait for her to quiver like that when he put his tongue on her pussy.

“So you don’t mind me kissing you?”

Her little laugh was breathless. “I might die if you stopped.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on stopping.” He flicked his tongue over her skin and then dragged the fabric open a little more using his chin. She squirmed a little but didn’t move away, so he decided to take the next step. His hand went back to the sash and he sat up, watching her face as he slowly pulled the knot undone.

Her eyes were shining in her face, her lips parted slightly, and she looked so very intent and serious that he wanted to kiss her and tickle her at the same time. Sex was about fun and release, but Alex looked as if she would somehow fall to pieces if he made a joke or laughed.

He resolved then and there he’d treat her like she was the fucking goddess that she was. Because he never wanted her to doubt herself for a moment. He wanted to worship her the way she deserved.

The knot fell open, and he pushed the fabric apart, his mouth dry.

Alex’s body was gorgeous. He’d suspected that, of course, but ogling her while clothed was very different than viewing her while half naked and stretched out in his bed. Her skin was a creamy pale, with a tiny mole here and there. Her breasts were small and high, with pale pink tips that were taut with excitement. Her belly curved in, her navel a perfect little dip. She wore a tiny pair of silky, pale-pink panties with lace on the edges that looked downright demure and sinful all at once. Her hips were flared and she had a little more padding there, giving her a plump, cushiony ass that would be fucking gorgeous to hold on to while he pumped into her from behind.

His cock jerked in response to the thought. Luke closed his eyes and groaned. “God, you’re beautiful. Can I touch you?”

“Of course.”

“Anywhere?”

Her breathless laugh was utterly beautiful. “I’m not going to stop you, Luke. That’s why I came in here. I want you to touch me.” Her fingers flexed against his skin.

Then he was going to stop asking and start taking. Luke pushed the fabric of the robe aside until all of her body was revealed to him, and he skimmed a knuckle down her belly, contemplating her. Her skin prickled in reaction to the small touch, goose bumps rising on her skin. Her nipples were twin beads, hard and tight, and he wanted to taste them.

Hell, he wanted to taste all of her. He was feeling downright greedy at the moment.

“Can . . . can I see you naked, too?” Her shy voice broke into his thoughts.

He mentally cursed himself for being a wound-up idiot. Of course she wanted to look, too. He pushed the blankets away and then kicked them off to one side, letting them tumble to the floor. It left him in his boxers and nothing else, and her gaze roamed over him appreciatively. One finger trailed down his arm, outlining a vein on his bicep, and he imagined her doing the same thing to his cock.

He nearly spilled in his shorts at the thought. And then he wanted them off, pronto, so she could look her fill at him like he was with her. Luke got up from the bed, practically ripped the shorts off, and flung them aside. He knew he had a good body: Hollywood required their leading men to be sexy and buff, especially action stars. He’d never really been all that interested in feminine approval until this moment, though. His hands went to his hips, and his cock jutted out as he strolled next to the bed where Alex reclined. “You okay with me naked, still?”

Her mouth curved into a dimpled smile. “I’ve seen naked men before, Luke. There is such thing as the Internet.”

He grinned back at her. Imp. “Seeing and touching are two different things, though.”

“Then I promise not to touch just yet.”

Damn. He wanted to earn those touches. “I’m not going to hold myself to the same promise,” he said, climbing back onto the bed and leaning over her. “Because I’m going to touch you everywhere.”

He saw her visibly tremble again. “You are?” Her voice was achingly soft.

Luke gave a slow nod, and then moved up to kiss her mouth, then began to kiss slowly downward. To her neck, her collarbone, and finally, to those pretty breasts he’d been dying to touch for over a month now. His lips moved over that soft, soft skin and gently nipped at the slope of one breast. He moved his way to the tip and licked one nipple, dragging his tongue against it.

Alex made a soft whimper in her throat, and her hands stole to his hair again. “God, Luke . . .”

If she kept making noises like that, he was going to start whimpering himself. He flicked his tongue over the nipple again, and his hand went to her other breast, cupping it and then teasing the nipple in tandem with his mouth. She gasped and clung to him, her back arching as he teased her.