Royally Kidnapped by the Prince novel Chapter 42

THAYER

We enjoyed dinner with a little chat. Kennedy seemed to have an appetite and smiled and laughed at my terrible jokes.

“Can I make a request?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

She raised her hand with my engagement ring. “I think this is too flashy. Do you have a smaller stone than this?”

Instead of getting offended, I laughed. “I’m not a jeweler, darling. But I picked that stone myself. I mean, I requested the carat and the color. So, it’s too special for me, and I would be sad if you take that off.”

She checked it out again. “I’ve never dreamed wearing an engagement like this. Don’t get me wrong. This is so gorgeous, and it’s the color—”

“Of your eyes.”

She looked at me, seemingly surprised. “Yeah.”

“See? That’s why it’s important to me. And I only intended to be engaged and married once. Even if I get married again, I’m sure to be with the same person who’s wearing my ring right now.”

Her cheeks reddened. I knew she just ran out of words. It took a few seconds before she replied. “Me too.”

“You’re still thinking of a husband number two?”

She laughed, just a light laugh, but her eyes twinkled. “Not funny.”

“I’m just kidding.”

Once we were done with dinner, she retreated to her room. She said she had to do some research. I told her I would be in the study and to text me once she was done.

A few hours later, she hadn’t knocked on the door or texted me. So I went to my room and called her phone. Thankfully, she picked up.

“Oh, my God. I lost track. What time is it?”

“Midnight.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. Come to my room.” I felt like we were not engaged, and we were doing booty calls.

“Okay. Be there in a minute.”

I hung up the phone, went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I came back, Kennedy was already inside, standing, wandering her gaze around.

“See something you like?” I put my shirt on.

“I remember when I knocked on your door.”

“It was Carlott’s idea to make you jealous. And they’re an actress. Nothing happened. I promise, and everything here is clean. I don’t bring any woman to my house if I’m not interested in her becoming a part of my life.”

She smiled timidly. “Why’d you ask me to come?”

I laughed out loud. Shaking my head, I walked towards her. “Starting tonight, we will sleep in the same bed together. I asked someone to fill half of the walk-in closet with your things. I promise I’m not messy.” I held her hand. “I want you to feel comfortable in this room. If you think you can’t sleep because of what you saw, I’ll let someone arrange another room for us.”

“You’ve done too much. This is great. I also wanted you to sleep beside me, but I thought maybe you guys have different sleeping arrangements like what I’ve seen on tv.”

“What did you see on tv?”

“The King or a ruler has his own bed-chamber—”

“And if he wishes to fuck another woman, he uses his bedroom. But with his wife, he pays a visit to her and sleeps with her?”

“Yeah.” Her brows knitted.

“Well, that’s a total fucked up world. I like you. I want you and need you in my arms before I sleep and wake up in the morning. I don’t care which bed we choose to sleep in as long as I can feel you, smell you, and have you whenever I want.”

“I just don’t want to impose.”

“Well, we just thought the same.” I led her to bed. “Now, let’s get to bed. Lights on or lights off?”

“It’s what you want.”

“I’ll turn the light off when you’re sleeping.”

“Okay. Which side do you prefer?”

I smiled mischievously. “I prefer on top.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m serious.” She got in the center and pulled the blanket over the top of her chest.

“So do I. I’ll be right here.” I laid on her right. “You’re overdressed.”

“So do you.” Her tone was flirtatious.

I leaned in and gave her chase kisses on her face, her nose before I crushed my mouth on her lips. Shocked coursed through me as she kissed me with the same intensity, sending electric waves into my cock.

Our lips slid together, her tongue probing over mine. A groan rumbled in my chest as she took charge of the kiss. I let her. I glided one hand down her chest, cupping her breast, then to the other. Once I was done pinching those tiny peaks, I slid my hands down, trailed my fingers over her flat abdomen.

We’d been sleeping together without condoms. I knew she was on pills. It crossed my mind many times if I had my baby inside her. I finally found what I was looking for—she was ready—always ready for me.

She moaned louder. She was always responsive to my touch. I let her know that I felt the same. I pressed my cock against her belly.