A Royal Mess and Her Knight To Remember

fight. “Tell me, Natalia, about you.”

“You may not believe this, but people actually look up to me. Value my opinions.” Her eyes shuttered closed, her breathing still shaky, but she managed a smile. “My cooking.”

“And yet you didn’t want to call anyone.”

“I needed a break.” He blew on the spot he’d just wet with his mouth, and she sucked in a big gulp of air. “They like to smother me.”

“Your father?” His hands slid from her waist to her back, to just beneath her shirt where he could play with the soft skin at the base of her spine.

“Yes, my father.” A sound escaped her that managed to perfectly convey her reluctant arousal at what he was doing, but what really turned him on was the way she’d fisted his shirt in her hands, as if she couldn’t quite stand on her own. He wondered if she even realized how tightly she was holding him to her.

“He worries about me.” She tossed her head back, eyes still closed. “Thinks I’ll get taken advantage of in the real world.”

He lifted his head to look down into her face. Her eyes were still closed, her mouth opened slightly, as if she needed more air. On her cheeks where she’d scrubbed the chocolate off was the blush of arousal that he’d put there. Of their own, his hands tightened possessively on her, but suddenly he couldn’t take this any further. Couldn’t take advantage, no matter who the hell she was.

She was only here because he’d wanted to help her. He wasn’t sure that still applied, as he’d never met anyone more capable of handling herself-mud wrestling came to mind-but that didn’t change things.

Or did it? Even if she was who she claimed to be, did he really want to follow through with this crazy attraction? No doubt his body did, quite badly.

But his brain held things up. She was worth so much more than what a one-night fling would give them, and what more could he offer? What more would she want? Women hadn’t exactly clamored for what he could offer before, and he couldn’t say he blamed them.

In any case, he’d kept his mouth off of her too long, and she pulled back. “This is such a mess.” Hands on her sticky hips, she looked around with a stern expression completely overridden by the spatters across her face and entire body. “I can’t believe you did this.”

He grinned and she narrowed her chocolate gaze on him. “You laughing at me?”

“No ma’am.”

“This is going to take forever to clean up.”

“I guess you’ll have to stay longer.”

In the act of reaching for a sponge, she went utterly still. “How much longer?”

How much time do you have? “That would depend, I suppose.”

“On?”

“Well, you have that wedding to attend, for one.”

“I’m not going to the wedding. I tried to tell you the other day, but…” She lifted a chocolate-covered shoulder. “I called ahead, told them I was…”

“Covered in chocolate?”

“Something like that.”

She was looking at him, searching for something in his eyes, only he didn’t have a clue what she saw when she looked at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wasn’t sure about it.”

“Because you wanted to go.”

“Because I wanted to stay.”

Something deep inside him reacted at that, and instead of panic, he felt a surge of yearning. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said carefully.

“So now I have a few extra days…if you still want them.”

Oh, he wanted them. “And then?”

“And then I go home.” Averting her face, she busied herself at the sink, wetting towels. “And that’s that.”

“Sounds pretty final.”

“It is.”

Did it have to be? What was so wrong about seeing this thing through? Hell, if he was willing to try, why couldn’t she? “Natalia…” He took a step toward her, then hit a particularly slippery puddle of goop. Before he could blink, he was sliding, backpedaling…and bouncing on his butt.

“Tim!” Natalia dropped to her knees, wrapped her arms around him and pressed his face to her chest. Specifically to her breasts. “You okay?” she demanded.

He opened his eyes to take in the soft, lush curves cushioning his head. “I think I’m a little dizzy,” he said truthfully, and she pulled him closer, close enough to feel her nipple in his ear. He could have turned his head, opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked it. Even as he thought it, the nub hardened, pressing against the material of her shirt as if perfectly in tune to his thoughts, making him groan.

“Tell me what hurts, Tim.” She bent a little so that her hair fell all around him like a silk curtain, tickling his face, poking him in the eye. She held her body-a chocolate-covered body, he might add-against him so tight he could feel her every curve and nuance. Her flesh was hot, her hair-still poking him in the eyes-sweet scented. And he wanted to haul her close, shift their positions until she was beneath him, until he was buried deep-

“Tim?” She leaned closer, bumping their noses together, her eyes wide with concern. “Talk to me.”

“I-”

“Yes?” Worried, she blinked, and her eyes were so close he could feel her lashes over the skin of his cheek.

“Butterfly kiss,” he whispered inanely.

“You need a doctor.”

He thought about the erection threatening the buttons of his Levi’s. “I doubt he could help.”

Brow furrowed, she ran her gaze down his body. At the juncture of his thighs, that gaze widened briefly, then narrowed. “You’re not hurt.”

“No.”

“You’re…”

“Yeah. I’m…”

She didn’t move for a long moment, still staring, during which time his condition worsened.

“Is it because I’m…you know, touching you?” she whispered, as if it were a state secret she made him hard by just being.

“Well…partly.”

“What’s the other part?”

“You’ve got your breasts in my face, for one.”

“Oh!” Startled, she pulled back so fast, withdrawing her arms from around his neck, that he fell back and hit his head on the tile floor.

Flat on his back, he stared up at the ceiling. “Okay, now I’m hurt.”

At his side, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes dancing, she let out a sound that came suspiciously close to a laugh.

He cranked his head to the side and stared at her, into her sweet, smiling face and thought you’re it for me.

“I’m sorry,” she said behind her hand.

“Now who’s laughing at who?” he wondered, wincing as he sat up. “We’re still covered in chocolate.”

She took her hand off her mouth and put it on his chest. “It was going to be a great dessert.”

It still could be if he licked it off her. Which brought the next thought…which one of them really needed rescuing here?

He was starting to think it was his own heart.

“I could make another batch,” she offered. “After I clean up.”

The kitchen door opened. Sally took a step in, then stopped short. “What the hell?”

“We had a little accident,” Natalia said.