The Prince's Pregnant Bride(51)

I love him.

The words filled her brain as the notion filled her heart. Again. Was that enough? It should be. Love—and whatever those other sensations were called—filled her to overflowing and made her gasp as AJ moved over her.

He kissed her gently, then firmer, and lifted her up so she was in his arms, still moving with him. She felt light as a feather, supported by his powerful frame. Her arms and legs still wrapped around him, AJ eased himself into position on the stone surface so she was sitting on top of him, her feet resting on the throne.

AJ sucked her neck and she arched her back, taking him deeper still. She found she was able to move over him easily, keeping a tight hold around his neck and back, and moving up and down with her feet. Moving faster, and then slower, she let emotions and sensations cascade over her.

Pure pleasure trickled through her body and she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. She’d known so little pleasure in the last few years that it was like a precious jewel she wanted to hold and admire for as long as she could.

Judging from the sounds he was making—earthy groans and whispered endearments—AJ was enjoying it, too. His hands moved tirelessly over her skin, stroking and supporting at the same time.

She kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth in time with her movements. The sensation was cheeky and delicious. With AJ she could take risks and do silly, fun things without worrying about being judged or scolded.

She peppered kisses all over his face and ran her hands through his thick, silky hair, drinking in the masculine scent of his warm, sweaty skin. She loved the rough feel of his cheek against hers, the firm pressure of his fingers on her skin.

Although her climax hovered so close she could almost feel the convulsions, she delayed it. She slowed the pace, pulled back just as she was about to burst. Part of her wanted to forge ahead and taste the sweetness of their joint explosion, but the rest of her wanted to prolong this blissful experience as long as she could.

She still didn’t know why AJ had come back, or for how long. He’d said he loved her, but she knew love wasn’t always enough. Right now that didn’t matter. What she shared with AJ was already so much more wonderful than anything she’d experienced in her years of marriage, and if it was all she got, she could live with that.

She kissed him, drinking in his scent and tasting the sweetness of his kiss as if this was the last time she’d touch him. Savored each precious millisecond of his hands on her skin and his hard belly pressed to her soft one. She moved so slowly, as if she could alter the passage of time and prolong the present moment infinitely.

“You’re torturing me.” AJ’s whispered words tickled her ear.

“Maybe you deserve it.” She trailed a light fingernail along his spine.

“I do.” He nipped at her ear. “But you could encourage me to be a bad boy more often with this kind of punishment.”

Lani pressed her breasts into his chest, enjoying the sting of pleasure in her nipples. “Maybe I will. It seems I enjoy inflicting torment.” She shifted her weight slightly, and felt him move inside her.

“I should have known there was more to you than meets the eye.”

She opened her eyes and met his dark gaze. “I warned you when we first met.”

“You did.” He narrowed his eyes and raked them down her body, causing her skin to tingle. “Maybe that’s what intrigued me. Then the way you kissed me…”

“You could tell I had a dark side.”

“Or a delicious side. Either one worked for me.” AJ licked her mouth and she shuddered in response.

She pressed her mouth to his ear. “Do you think it’s possible we bring out the worst in each other?”

“Absolutely.” He lifted her chin with his thumb so he was looking into her eyes again. “Why else would we be making love on our nation’s ancient throne?”

Lani gasped and looked down. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes. What did you think we were sitting on?”

“I don’t know.” She frowned. “I didn’t think.”

AJ’s mischievous chuckle rocked them both. “I never would have imagined it could be so…comfortable. I can’t help wondering if anyone’s done this before.”

Lani let a wry smile lift her mouth. “We really don’t know that much about the customs and culture of the Old Ones. Maybe this is exactly what they did on it.”

“Very wise of them, in my opinion. Perhaps we could revive the custom.”

“Apparently we already have.”

AJ shifted his weight and moved deeper inside her. Lani arched her back and shuddered, again dancing just microseconds from release. Could this really be a new beginning? If AJ stayed and became king, almost anything was possible, for Rahiri as well as for her.