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)
The man lying in bed was all of those things. Oh, right. All those and one more thing…
…My husband.
Yeah. I was screwed. Royally, royally screwed.
Chapter 2
Faith
My pulse pounded in my ears. My stomach tied into knots, and my heart felt like it was sinking into my chest. I’d gotten drunk once — one freaking time — and I’d woken up with all of this: naked, tattooed, in bed with, and married to the biggest bad boy in the entire royal world.
…My parents were going to kill me. Actually, for real kill me.
I sucked in a breath of air, still feeling the room spin as I slid my hands up my face and pushed my fingers into my hair. I took a deep breath, trying to stop the spots swirling across my vision as I bent over and sucked in another breath.
“Now that’s a sight a man could get used to waking up to.”
I shrieked, my hands jerking to cover myself as I whirled and suddenly locked eyes with him.
Prince Cole. Prince Cole who was very much awake, very much grinning at me, and very much letting his eyes drift over every single inch of me.
“I— you—!”
“And a good morning to you too.”
My hand shot out and grabbed the comforter, yanking it off the bed against my body as I backed away, scowling at him.
Prince Cole just chuckled, sitting up and then leaning back against the headboard with his hands laced behind his head. His grooved, perfect, inked muscles flexed, his abs rippling as he grinned that charming, smug smile at me. My eyes dropped low, and when I saw the thin sheet tenting over a huge bulge between his legs, I felt my cheeks burn as I quickly looked at the floor and hugged the blanket tighter.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before, sweetheart.”
My eyes darted back to him, narrowing as I scowled. I felt my skin tingle under that gaze, a shiver tease through me as his eyes slowly dragged over me, as if he was looking right through the comforter.
“Coffee?” He stretched, wincing slightly himself as his fingers moved to rub his temples. “I could go for some coffee. Let’s get room serv—”
“Did we…”
The words tumbled from my mouth, my cheeks going bright red as I swallowed thickly. I took a shaky breath.
“Did we, uh, you know…”
Please tell me I didn’t lose my v-card DRUNK to this man. Please.
“Did we what, Princess.”
My cheeks burned as I chewed my lip.
“Did we, you know, do it?”
Cole’s grin grew wider, until a deep chuckle escaped his sinfully perfect mouth.
“Do it? Did we do it?” He smirked at me, his dark eyes sparking. “You mean did my pee-pee touch your no-no—”
“Just answer the question!” I blurted out, my grip tight on the comforter.
Prince Cole didn’t answer me. He just leaned back, one hand behind his head and the other lazily and very distractingly teasing over his muscled abs. His eyes locked with mine, and when I felt that heated gaze burn right into me, I shivered, my thighs squeezing together.
“No, Princess,” he finally growled.
The breath I’d been holding came out in a whoosh, though there was a very confusing part of me that felt, well, disappointed before I shut that part of me up.
“Trust me,” Cole grinned, winking at me. “You’d know.”
I blushed, my eyes quickly dropping to the floor.
“We didn’t, but you sure did beg for it.”
My eyes darted up to his, my face burning hot as I glared at him.
“You’re disgusting. I most certainly did not.”
“Trust me. One of us can hold his liquor slightly better than the other one.”
I blushed again, glaring at him.
“I didn’t beg for anything, you ass.”
“No?” He grinned. “Then riddle me this, Princess, how come one of us is buck-naked and the other one isn’t?”
I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, my eyes shifting around the room — everywhere but him. More of the night was coming back in flashes — the shots of God knows what backstage at that concert I never should have gone to. The champagne in the limousine later. Jumping into that fountain clothes and all, holding his hand.
“See?”
Suddenly, he grabbed the sheet covering him and yanked it away. I shrieked, quickly jerking my head to the side and staring at the wall.
Prince Cole’s deep laugh filled the room.
“I’m dressed, prude.”
Slowly, I turned back, only to gasp and quickly look away again. Oh, he was dressed all right — if you call a pair of black, skin-tight, molding to every single thick, big inch of his erection boxer briefs “dressed.”
“Do you mind?” I hissed, staring at the floor as the heat burned through my face.
“I could take ‘em off if you’re that bent out of shape.”
I swear, I didn’t imagine him doing just that in my head. I swear.
“Could you put some pants on please?” I muttered.