Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“Could you?” He chuckled again. “Actually, don’t. I think I much prefer you naked.”
Somehow, my face got even hotter as my eyes burned a hole into the floor next to the bed.
“So, we didn’t…?”
“No, Princess,” he said softly, his deep voice suddenly a little more tender.
“But you sure did beg for it.”
The scowl exploded across my face as I whipped my head up and glared at him.
“Asshole.”
“Cheap date.”
My eyes narrowed at him. God he was so fucking good looking. So unfairly good looking. The muscles, all of those sexy tattoos. That glint in his eye that sent a teasing pulse of something wicked right through me. And as much as I wanted to lie to myself about the little voice whispering inside of me, I couldn’t. And I couldn’t shut it up. The little voice that whispered that it knew that all I wanted to do was crawl back into that big bed with him and curl back up in those big arms.
I quickly shook the insane thought away.
What was I, fucking crazy? Yeah, it was time to get the hell out of there. The scowl returned to my face as I glared at him.
“Where the hell are my clothes?”
“So is that a no for ordering coffee from room ser—”
“Where,” I snapped.
Prince Cole grinned, nodding his chin to a sofa across the huge hotel suite. There, draped over the back of it was my dress from the night before. I gave him another glare as I wrapped the comforter round myself and stomped over. It was still slightly damp to the touch, and again, I remembered the fountain we’d jumped into. I blushed as I snatched the dress up and glanced back at him.
“Um, do you mind?”
“Mind what?”
I pursed my lips. “I need to get dressed.”
“Don’t let me stop you.”
I huffed, whirling back away from him as I bunched the dress up and started to tug it over my head with the big duvet still wrapped around me. I yanked the dress down, when suddenly, I stopped. The duvet wrapped around my ankles, and I gasped as I suddenly went toppling over, the still-damp dress tangled around my arms and head.
Strong, powerful hands were suddenly on me, tugging the dress down and pulling me to my feet. I jerked away, blushing as I felt the blanket tumble away from me, and I quickly yanked the dress down over myself, my head popping through the neck to see Cole standing right there in front of me.
My breath caught, the nearness of him sending a heated thrill through me, and the scent of him making my heart skip. My eyes dragged down over his gorgeous body covered in all that ink, down lower and lower, until my eyes landed on the still hard, still huge bulge tenting his boxers.
“I…”
I swallowed, pulling my eyes back up to his. Yeah, big mistake. I blushed, feeling the heat and the power in those dark eyes of his burn right into me.
“I still think I prefer you naked.”
I blushed, shaking my head and scowling at him again.
“Where’s my underwear?” I snapped.
He frowned, one hand coming up to stroke his perfect, chiseled jaw.
“I honestly have no idea.”
I groaned. “Whatever. I’m leaving.”
I watched his jaw twitch, and his eyes flashing something.
“I’ll call you a car.”
“I can call my own car, thank you very much,” I snapped back.
“Fine,” he growled.
I looked down, my lip pulling back between my teeth.
“Did we…I mean…” I took a shaky breath before I forced myself to raise my eyes to his. “Did we really get married?” I glanced down at my bare hands, and then down at his. “I mean, we’re not wearing rings.”
Cole shook his head, one brow cocked. “No, we’re not.”
I started to exhale when he spoke again.
“We’re not wearing rings, I mean,” he said with a grin, his eyes burning into mine.
“Great.” I whirled, storming towards the door.
“Going somewhere?”
“Yep,” I tossed back over my shoulder. “I’m going to get an annulment.”
Cole chuckled quietly behind me. “You might want to cool it and take a second to think, Princess,” he growled. “We didn’t get rings because we got something else.”
I froze, my brow furrowing as I slowly turned to look back at him
“Meaning what?” I snapped.
Cole grinned. “Meaning this.”
And that’s when he held his forearm up, wrist towards me, and the bottom dropped out. There, freshly inked across his wrist, was a big, red, rose.
Exactly like mine.
And then, I remembered. I remembered the feeling of being so free, and being so wild with him. I remembered staggering from the chapel and down the street, drinking champagne from a bottle from God knows where before I saw the neon tattoo parlor sign and pulled him inside.
“I—”
The room spun, and I slowly shook my head as it all started to come back to me.
Oh, I’d married him all right. I’d married the biggest bad boy in royalty, in a pay-by-the-hour chapel, while drunk, before sharing his bed.