I played along. “Oh, really now?”
“It’s easy.” He traced a thumb over my lips and grinned when he felt me shudder beneath his touch. He knew exactly the kind of effect he had on me.
He kissed me full on the mouth, his tongue thrusting in—exploring and tasting. His hands wrapped around my waist as he began to shift us both to an upright position, so that he was kneeling on the bed and I was planted firmly on his lap.
I felt his hands creep beneath the silk night gown I was wearing and I had to break off the kiss before things got a lot more heated. I had plans for that day and he wasn’t about to distract me from them by seducing me back into his bed.
“That’s what you thought would make me smile?” I managed to ask as I tried to catch my breath.
His breaths were also coming in pants, but the way he looked at me spelled trouble. “No. This is…”
One hand began tickling me on the side while the other caressed my knee caps, one of my most ticklish spots.
“No! Derek!” I shrieked before breaking into laughter. “Don’t! You’re supposed to make me smile, not laugh.”
He relished my failed attempts to pry his hands off me before my back fell on the bed and he finally stopped the playful torment.
“You’re supposed to smile when I kiss you,” he announced.
Only I was privileged to see this side of Derek Novak. He was mine and I was his. Derek had this way of making me feel like he knew me. I couldn’t help it; the thought made me smile.
“There you go…” His blue eyes twinkled upon seeing my face light up. “Lovely.”
“Now that you’ve got what you want, could you get off me now?” I tried to push him away, but as usual, failed to move him an inch. “Come on, Derek… I have a whole day planned ahead.”
“Do you now?”
I nodded. This was our day. Ever since Gregor Novak returned, he’d been keeping Derek busy with building up The Shade’s army. Being the commander-in-chief of the island’s military force, he had his work cut out. Much to his father’s disdain, he still managed to find time for me.
I pouted at him. “You promised. For the next twenty-four hours, you’re supposed to be all mine, Prince Derek.”
He frowned. He hated it whenever I called him that. “Fine, but you’re not to call me that again. Ever.”
I grinned. “I’ll try.”
He rolled his eyes in response. I watched him as he got up from the bed, admiring his chiseled form, covered only by his boxers. He grabbed his guitar and sat over the edge of the bed with his back turned to me. I listened to him expertly pluck a tune on the instrument. He must’ve felt my gaze on him, because he looked back at me. “Well? Is this what you had planned? Staring at me all day long?”
“Ha!” I threw a pillow at him. He didn’t bother to dodge it. “You wish I were that into you.”
“Oh please…you know you are.”
To that, I couldn’t think of a worthy comeback, so I just gave him a light shove on the shoulder and walked toward the bathroom to get myself ready for the day ahead. But I stopped just before the door of the bathroom and lowered the spaghetti straps of my night gown down my shoulders and let the silk gown fall to the ground. I knew I’d caught his attention the moment the melody he was strumming went grotesquely out of tune.
“Too bad you already took a shower,” I commented before shutting the door behind me.
A few minutes later, we were both in the tub, my back leaned against his chest.
“Today’s going to be a good day,” he said as he ran both hands from my shoulders down to my elbows.
I had to smile. “You have no idea.”
CHAPTER 2: DEREK
To say that I was curious over what my lovely vixen had up her sleeve was the king of understatements. The knowing smile on her face and the way she looked at me as if she knew something I didn’t was driving me crazy, but not any more than the way she was behaving as we moved around my bedroom dressing ourselves for the day ahead.
I was watching her as she picked out an outfit to wear and I began thumbing through her clothes. I saw a white dress hanging on the rack and recalled the last time I saw her wearing it. “I love the way you look in this dress.”
Sofia winked at me, took the dress from the rack and put it on. She then went and stood in front of the mirror. She lifted her locks high over her head and twisted clumps of them around as if wondering whether to tie her hair up.
“I think you’ll look lovely just wearing your hair down,” I commented.
Thus, stabbing at my curiosity even further, her long auburn locks stayed down, cascading over her waist—just the way I preferred it.#p#分页标题#e#