Knightqueen (Oronis Knights #3)

There was no way she wanted to risk dying without ever having been with him.

“You’re so tense.” He stroked her hair. “Sleep. You’re safe.”

She drew in a steadying breath. “I don’t want to sleep.”

He was quiet for a second. “What do you want?”

She paused and gathered her courage. Remember, you’re a grown woman. You’re the knightqueen.

“I want you to kiss me.”

Sten went rigid.

Was he dreaming? He was pretty sure he was awake.

Had Carys just asked him to kiss her?

Emotions churned inside him, burning away at the bit of control he thought he’d found when he’d taken his cock in his own hand.

Sleeping beside her for the last few hours—touching her, holding her. It had been torture. Every one of her breaths had puffed across his chest. Every time she moved, her breasts rubbed against him. He now knew exactly what her full breasts looked like, felt like in his palm.

His cock had been hard as a rock for hours. He’d been forced to find some release before he did something he regretted.

He cleared his throat. “Carys—”

“Please, Sten.” She curled into him, her hand on his chest. Over the heavy thud of his heart.

“It’s not right.”

“It feels right.” She leaned closer, and her breasts pressed to his chest.

He closed his eyes. She was so soft.

“We’re in danger,” she said. “We might die here.”

He growled. “We are not going to die here.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

“Because I’m the only man around?” The thought sliced at him. He was older, scarred, a big brute compared to her. He wasn’t right for her.

“No.” There was a rustle as she sat up. A hand touched his cheek. “I’ve wanted you to kiss me for a very long time.”

That couldn’t be true. This beautiful, perfect woman wanted him?

He couldn’t get that to make sense.

Both her hands pressed to his chest. She leaned in. “Sten…”

“I’m too old. I’m your guard.”

“You’re only twelve years older than me, Sten. Hardly ancient. And you’re a dedicated knightguard. A good man. A strong, attractive man.”

“Carys—”

“I want you to kiss me. And…I know you want me, too.” Her words were a hot whisper.

His brow creased. “What?”