When Matteo left the room she continued to smile. “You’re kind. He will always remember this day because you put him at ease.”
Travis Miles had been kind, too, in the beginning.
“Now who is being kind?” he asked.
“I’m just speaking the truth. You’ll impact a great many lives.”
“In a positive way, I hope and pray.”
“Kind,” she repeated. “You care about the people in the country.”
“Thank you.” His incredibly warm brown eyes softened and her stomach did a little flip.
She buttered a tortilla, rolled it up and took a few bites. She sipped coffee and asked Juan Carlos a few pointed questions about his life to keep the conversation flowing and her mind off the fact that King Montoro was a hunk.
The meal was delivered with fanfare. Matteo and his staff put out the dishes in sweeping motions and finally left them to dine privately. The food was delicious. The main dish consisted of bits of sautéed pork topped with eggs and lathered with a creamy, mildly spicy sauce. There was also some type of sweet corn soufflé served inside the husks, as well as caramelized plantains. Every bite she took rewarded her taste buds. “Mmm...this is heavenly.”
Juan Carlos nodded, his mouth full.
As he chewed, his gaze remained on her. He had warm, luxurious, intense eyes that didn’t stray. Goose bumps rode up and down her arms. As far as men went, Juan Carlos had it all, except for one thing. His fatal flaw. He was king. And that meant after today, she couldn’t see him again.
“So what are your plans for the rest of the day?” he asked.
“Oh, I’m, uh, going to...” She really didn’t have any plans. Maybe do a little shopping. Check out the only art museum in the city. “I’ll be packing.”
“That can’t take all day.”
“I wouldn’t think so.”
“Would you consider having dinner with me?”
No. No. No. “I really shouldn’t.”
Juan Carlos leaned back in his seat, studying her. “Do you have a man in your life, Portia?”
Slowly, she shook her head. She felt a trap coming.
“No one? I find that hard to believe. Do you date?”
“Rarely. My career is demanding. And it’s very important to me. I’ve worked hard to get where I am.”
“Admirable. Are you working tonight?”
“No, but I...”
He grinned. “I’m only asking for a dinner date, Portia.”
Her shoulders sagged an inch. A barely noticeable move, but she felt the defeat all the way down to her toes. She couldn’t insult the king. “Then, yes, I’ll have dinner with you.”
After the meal, Juan Carlos escorted her to the limo. She took a seat at the far window and he climbed in after her. To his credit, he didn’t crowd her, leaving a modest amount of space between them. But as the car took off, he placed his hand over hers on the empty seat, and wild pings of awareness shot through her body.
Don’t let him get to you, Portia.
He’s not the man for you.
As the limo pulled up to the hotel, Juan Carlos spoke to the driver. “Give us a minute please, Roberto.”
The driver’s door opened and closed quietly. Silence filled the air and suddenly she did feel crowded, though Juan Carlos hadn’t made a move toward her. “I cannot walk you to your door, Princess.”
“I understand.”
“Do you? Do you know how much I want to?” His eyes were down, gazing at her hand as his thumb worked circles over her fingers. Her nerves jumped, like kernels of corn popping in a fry pan, one right after the other. “I don’t want to cause you any inconvenience.”
“I...know.”
He tugged her hand gently and she fell forward, closing the gap between them. His dark-fringed eyelids lifted; she was struck by all-consuming heat. He wasn’t moving a muscle, but leaving it up to her. As if she had a choice now. As if she could deny him. His mesmerizing hunger was contagious; years of abstinence made her hungry, as well. Her gaze lowered to his mouth. Lord in heaven, she wanted his kiss.
She moistened her lips and his eyes drew down immediately. “You leave me no choice, Princess.”
He used a finger to tilt her chin, and then bent his head toward her. Anticipation pulsed through her veins. Every single second was an unnerving kind of torture. And finally, his mouth was on hers, his hand coming to wrap more firmly around her jaw, as if he couldn’t get enough, as if he would devour her.
Long live the king!
Her tummy ached from goodness and she indulged like a miser finding a hidden supply of cash. She touched his face, his jaw steel under her fingertips, and a groan erupted from his throat.
A whimpering mewling sound came from hers. Mortification would have set in, if the king wasn’t equally as needy. But there was no shame, just honesty, and it was, after all, the kiss to end all kisses. Juan Carlos didn’t let up, not for a moment. His lips worked hers hard, then soft, then hard again. Under her dress, her nipples ached. She was pretty sure the king was experiencing the same agony, but farther south on his body.
She didn’t know whose mouth opened first, or whether it was at the exact same instant, but suddenly she was being swept up and hollowed out, his tongue doing a thorough job of ravaging her. Any second now, she’d be out of her head with lust. But Juan Carlos placed his hands on her shoulders and, she sensed, with great reluctance, moved her away from him.
He leaned back against the seat, breathing hard. “I’ve never made love to a woman in a limo before, Princess. It wouldn’t take much to change that,” he said. He tried for amusement, tried to chuckle, but a serious tone had given away his innermost thoughts.
“It would be a first for me, too,” she said, coming up for air.
A rumpled mess, she tried her best to straighten herself out before she exited the limo.
He pressed a button and the window rolled down. Roberto appeared by the car door. “See Princess Portia to her hotel room,” Juan Carlos said calmly. He’d gotten his emotions in check already, while she was still a ravaged jumble of nerves.
Again, those warm brown eyes lit upon her. “I’ll send a car to pick you up for dinner at seven.”
She swallowed. “Maybe...we shouldn’t,” she squeaked.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, though his confident tone indicated that it wasn’t even a concern.
She shook her head. “I’m leaving in the morning.”
“And you love your job. Your career means a lot to you. Yes, that’s clear.”
He’d made her refusal seem silly. And it was. Nothing would happen unless she wanted it to happen. She already knew Juan Carlos was that type of man.
“I’ll see you tonight,” she said finally. When the driver opened the car door, she rushed out.
She hadn’t exactly lied to him, had she?
She said she’d be gone, and he thought she meant back to the States. But she’d made up her mind to vacation on the shores of Alma, at least until the end of the week.
But he didn’t need to know that.
* * *
After a late lunch, Juan Carlos had a meeting in the city with the prime minister and