Falling in love with a grumpy, tattooed, and hotter than hell hunk, was not what I had planned when visiting my cousin in New York City.
He is rude and obnoxious. I should hate him. But, the way he looks at me makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before, and his touch sets my skin on fire.
My mind is swirling with the pleasure of our summer nights spent in secret, and my last moments of freedom.
While my father, and the whole country are awaiting my return for the grand royal wedding to a suitor that I don’t even know yet.
But all I could think about is the wetness of his skin, the ink all over his body, the motorcycle rides to romantic hideaways. The way he makes me feel… Not like a princess, but a real woman with needs and desires.
This is no fairy tale, this is my life. And now, after a few short months, I am beginning to doubt my entire destiny, just to be with him.
“There’s no need to be so rude. It was an accident,” the same woman responds with a slight edge in her voice.
At this distance I can smell her floral scent before looking up, the combined sensations nearly making me choke on my tongue. Holy fuck. She looks like she walked out of the sun with dying rays of golden light glowing around her. I think I might be dreaming. Surely this vision cannot be real.
“Rude,” she mumbles.
I blink, clearing the haze this woman brought along with her. Standing up, I eye her curvaceous body, sinfully long legs, and wonder what else that flimsy dress is hiding. I want to rip it off and find out exactly what her breasts feel like cupped in my palms. But it’s her full mouth set into a grimace that gets to me. She’s a fucking dream, and she’s looking at me like I’m her worst nightmare.
Her eyes narrow, trying to give me a dirty look. It only makes her sexier. Her hair’s the color of mocha, styled into one of those long bob things chicks seem to like. But damn, it works for her. She’s tall and slender, which accentuates her curves perfectly.
I feel my body reacting to hers—a stirring that I haven’t felt in the longest time. But the more I stare at her, the more it intensifies.
“My eyes are up here, moron,” she says.
“Excuse me?” I’m stuck somewhere between reality and this beautiful daydream.
“Honestly, you’re such a pig. You can’t even apologize before eyeing me up like a creep.”
Nope, not anymore. She’s effectively wiped out whatever spell she conjured up. “What crawled up your ass?”
“Your audacity to check me out in the middle of a crowded street.”
“Someone’s got a high opinion of herself.”
“Someone doesn’t like strange men undressing her with their eyes.”
I need to work on my poker face. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to touch you with a ten-foot pole.” A complete lie, but she doesn’t need to know that. If anything, I want to get as close to her as I can.
“I’m still waiting.” She lifts one delicate eyebrow at me. That damn accent of hers turns me on even more.
“For you to apologize.”
“Apologize?” I see her frustration in the way she adjusts her stance. I smirk to myself, noting how she’s trying to be all perfection and grace.
She gets increasingly uncomfortable the longer I stare at her with no more words and no obvious care in the world. I want to fuck her, but I kind of want to keep challenging that fire in her. As my luck would have it, I don’t have time for either.
“I’m still waiting.”
“Yeah, well keep waiting, princess. As fun as this has been, I’m late for something.” I notice her sexy eyes, widening this time. Was it something I said? I walk a few steps before turning back to her. “If the universe is on my side, we’ll see each other again and maybe then I’ll apologize.”
“Pig!” she screams after me.
Alexandra Sharp is a contemporary romance author, with a style of writing that will make you want to cozy up with a hot beverage (dare I say a hot toddy) in the winter months, or go on a hot summer vacation and indulge in these sexy, feel good, happy ending stories designed to take you away from the daily reality. Alexandra is an avid reader herself, and from an early age would get lost in books for hours at a time. As an introvert she loves spending time in nature, hiking local trails, doing Yoga, and of course getting lost in other people’s stories in between writing and creating. She lives in New York City, with her hubby, and 2 fur babies.
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