Anything can happen when a sexy soccer player and a sheltered princess find themselves in close proximity during a summer holiday in Ibiza in Claire Contreras’ newest story in her Sexy Royals series, and I have a sneak peek for you.
He was simply staring at me. I was peering back and hadn’t said a word either, but in my defense, my heart was pounding in my throat, and I didn’t know how to make it stop. Ben stood just beneath my balcony, sweaty from a run. Glistening and hot as hell. I’d stood by my window and watched his entire circuit, and when he ended up in front of my villa, I thought I was imagining things. And now that he was standing here, looking my way, his eyes taking in every inch of me, I wasn’t sure that I wasn’t imagining it. Because it was obvious that he wanted me. Me. Princess Pilar, who nobody ever wanted. Princess Pilar, whom everyone used for personal gain, not for…pleasure.
I took another step forward, letting him see as much of me as he could. He swallowed visibly, but still didn’t speak. The only conclusion I could come up with was that he was trying to talk himself out of coming upstairs. Well, I wouldn’t let him. I’d have him this once, and then he would be free to leave and regret the whole thing if he wanted to. But I wanted him. Just this once, I wanted something for myself.
“Are you going to come up?” I asked, my voice steady, though my resolve was shaky.
“Are you inviting me?”
“You didn’t strike me as a man who waited for an invitation.”
My response seemed to crumble whatever barrier he was trying to keep up, because the moment I spoke the words, his expression darkened, and he stepped up to the villa. I couldn’t see him below, but I heard his voice and those of the guards. They knew to let him up. I’d already told them that he had clearance to enter whenever he wanted. Of course, I’d thought that might have been last night after he kissed me silly and dropped me off at home. But he hadn’t come over. I’d spent the entire night tossing and turning, imagining him sneaking in and having his way with me. The only thing that had happened was that I woke, alone, bathed in sweat in response to the sex-crazed dream I had of him. Not even Joss had been here. She’d been summoned back to Paris to deal with my brother’s bullshit, and I was left with a handful of guards, a hot football player, and a heart that felt the need to beat out of control every time Ben was around.
By the time he reached the top of the stairs, I was the one out of breath and sweating. He wasted no time pulling off his sweaty T-shirt and wiping his face with it. As sexy as he looked, my nose wrinkled.
“What’s wrong, Princess?” He grinned slowly, that panty-dropping smile that no doubt got him anything he wanted. “You want me to be clean before we get to the dirty part?”
“I…I don’t know.” I licked my lips. How did he manage to make me feel this way with just a few simple words?
“Do you want to join me in the shower?” He walked toward the bathroom as if he owned the place.
It was off-putting, albeit kind of hot. No one did this around me. I found myself trailing behind him, my gaze glued to his body as he discarded more items of clothing—trainers, socks, running shorts. I held my breath. His underwear would be next. He glanced at me over one broad, dark shoulder.
“Enjoying the show?”
“I can’t say that I’m not.” I licked my lips again.
“Good.” He smiled as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and dragged them down, ever so slowly.
His body was a work of art. I’d known that before this striptease, but as I bit my lip hard to keep from making any noise that would change the course of this moment, I knew it to be true. Benjamin Drake had the best body I’d ever imagined on a man. He stepped into the shower and switched on the water. He was no longer watching me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I hadn’t even looked…there yet. I didn’t know why.