His lips curled up in the sexiest smirk. "I promised you what?"
He seemed to like to hear her say dirty things. "You promised you would taste me."
She wanted to know what his mouth on her sex would feel like. There were a million reasons why this was a bad idea. It seemed far too intimate and what if she didn't taste good? She would be mortified, but she shook those worries off. She had one night and she wasn't going to waste it on insecurity. He'd already seen her body with all its imperfections and his cock had gotten hard as a rock. He hadn't turned her away. So she was going to be brave in a way she hadn't been before and ask for everything she desired.
"You want my mouth on you? You want my tongue drilling into your sweet cunt?"
She didn't like that word, but somehow he made it sound sexy. Her whole body tightened, nipples turning tender and sensitive. She needed Oliver to touch her or she might explode. "Yes."
"Then take me to your bedroom. You'll get on the bed, your arse on the edge and legs spread wide. You won't hide from me. You'll touch yourself and show me where you like to be licked and sucked."
Tori whimpered. His words sent another rush of moisture pooling between her thighs, deepened the ache of need for him.
She took Oliver's hand and led him back to her small bedroom. She'd brought the comforts of home with her so she had to move her big pink dragon off the bed. She tucked the stuffed animal into the closest, then shut the door behind it.
"A pink dragon?" If Oliver felt any self-consciousness at being naked in her bedroom, she couldn't tell. Of course if she looked like him, she wouldn't feel a moment's regret at tossing her clothes aside, either. He was tall and broad with abs that could grace any Hollywood action film. There was a scar on his torso where he'd been injured by his late wife. The palace residents told the story often. Yasmin had tried to kill Princess Alea and hadn't cared if her husband had gotten in the way. She'd simply tried to end his life, too.
"My dad won it for me when I was a kid." She didn't want to talk about her parents. The intimacy Oliver intended to give her wasn't emotional. It never would be. That scar on his chest served as a reminder that she couldn't fix him. After all these months of becoming friends, the minute they dropped their clothes, he seemed far more like a stranger.
She wasn't arrogant enough to think she was the woman who could make the world right for him, but at least they could share this night of pleasure together and part on good terms.
He'd promised.
She crawled onto the bed, hoping she hadn't ruined the moment. It was time to leave her childhood stowed elsewhere. That meant her girlish innocence, too.
"I want your ankles apart, legs splayed."
"That position sounds awkward," she ventured.
"I find it quite stunning, actually." He disappeared from view, but wasn't gone for more than a moment before she felt his heat. He pressed her thighs wide with big, hot hands as his mouth hovered over her most sensitive flesh. "Whoever did your wax job was very proficient. This skin is perfection."
Oliver stroked her thigh and palmed the mound of her pussy, letting his heat sink in.
Tori forgot about the awkwardness and raised her head from the bed. She looked down the length of her body to find Oliver staring at her pussy like it was some work of art. "My sister talked me into getting it lasered."
Piper had given her the appointments as a gift. Yes, little bee stings on her hoo haw had not felt like a gift then, but now she was grateful because Oliver seemed fascinated with her smooth flesh.
He leaned in, breath hot, and bestowed a gentle kiss on her clit. She had to swallow against a rush of desire that made her dizzy and hope that her heart didn't beat out of her chest. "You're beautiful, Tori. A woman like you deserves pleasure and more."
She wouldn't get the "more" from him and she didn't have time to mourn that fact now. She couldn't risk losing whatever experience he was willing to give her. "Touch me. Kiss me again. Please, Oliver."
"You really know how to stroke a man's ego, darling. You know exactly what to say and how to say it. You make me believe I'm the only man in your world. I would do a lot to keep that. We're going to talk in the morning, you and I."
A little sliver of hope broke through, but she quashed it. Even if Oliver was willing to try a relationship, it wouldn't work because she was in love with his brothers, and he'd already shown that he disapproved of their hands on her.
Her yearnings were selfish, she knew. Most women were happy to find one man to love, but Tori knew if she tried to take the traditional path of choosing just one Thurston-Hughes brother, she would always long for the others.