Prince of Midtown / Marriage, Manhattan Style: Prince of Midtown. Jennifer Lewis

the snap of her own jeans, but barely felt them slide over her thighs and down her legs. Her whole body sang with so much sensation.

      Sebastian rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, which stood to attention. Her belly shuddered as he pressed his thick erection into her soft flesh.

      His thigh pressed between hers, rough denim against her bare skin. He grasped her backside and pulled her closer, higher, pressing her breasts against his chest and crushing her mouth to his until she thought she’d catch fire.

      “Take them off,” she breathed. Indelicate in her desperation, she shoved and pushed at the stiff fabric of his jeans. “Lie down.”

      She thought she saw the gleam of his grin in the dark as Sebastian lowered himself into the cool, soft grass. She tugged his jeans and he sprang free, then she pulled them down over his legs.

      Wow.

      Sebastian’s muscled, athlete’s body looked like an ancient statue come to life. And why wouldn’t it? He was descended from the warriors and champions of the ancient world. The tribal tattoo on his arm only added to the effect.

      His fierce arousal heated her blood as he rolled a condom over it. She climbed over him, hungry for his hardness inside her.

      Her hair brushed his chest as she took him deep. Her moan pierced the silent night air and made her open her eyes for a split second.

      She saw darkness. Silence. The stars.

      And Sebastian.

      She couldn’t stop now even if she wanted to.

      Shivering with the force of her need, she rocked, drawing him deeper into her pulsing core.

      Urgency kicked into a fierce rhythm, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could last without blasting out into the stars. Then Sebastian reversed their positions in a deft move that left him on top and her down in the soft grass.

      She writhed under him, enjoying the contrast of his hot, hard body and the cool, yielding ground. Sebastian’s hands roamed over her skin, squeezing and enjoying her body. He sucked her breasts and the skin of her neck until she cried out.

      Deep inside her, his erection danced, stirring sensations she’d never experienced before. Never even imagined.

      She couldn’t stop moving, wriggling under him, pressing herself to him and shifting her hips against his, testing and enjoying each new wrinkle of pleasure and the fresh ache of raw passion.

      Kissing was clearly Sebastian’s first language. His kisses came in unending variety—soft and teasing, wicked and sly, rough and hungry; or slow, controlled and throbbing with reined-in desire.

      Strange, new feelings built inside her, consuming her, taking her over like an invasion.

      She exploded into climax totally without warning, pealing out a sharp scream that rang over the nation of Caspia, followed by a series of hard gasps as sensation racked her body.

      Her nails clawed into Sebastian as his own climax shook him. Then he lowered himself to her, heavy and breathless. He pushed his hands into her hair, holding her, and he pressed his rough cheek to hers.

      Emotion swelled inside Tessa. Sebastian was so passionate in every other part of his life, should she be surprised that his lovemaking reflected his nature?

      Stars danced in front of her eyes and she wasn’t sure if they formed part of distant solar systems or were the creations of her own bedazzled brain.

      Sebastian eased himself off her and lay on the ground beside her, his arm wrapped around her chest.

      She felt…protected. Cherished.

      Not loved, though.

      Even now she didn’t delude herself, even for a split second, that Sebastian Stone, Crown Prince of Caspia, could love her.

      Which was fine. Because she had…

      Ohmigod. Patrick!

      She tried to sit up, but Sebastian’s arm was too heavy on her chest.

       She’d just cheated on the man she planned to—potentially—spend the rest of her life with.

      Horror descended over her like a bucket of cold water. She hadn’t even thought of him. Hadn’t cared at all about him.

      His message was still flashing, unheard, on her cell phone.

      She sank back into the grass, head pounding.