All Princess Celina wants is to stay on her beloved island of Antaka, marry a man of her culture, and make her papa proud. So when Prince Joqua ships her off to America, Celina believes she's being punished. While she's not prepared for the wild ways of the Americans, no one is more surprised than when she finds herself falling for a California hottie...
Drake Randall looks forward to a vacation from work, especially if it means showing the princess how people their age have fun. But when Celina strips off all her clothes and announces she's trained in Kama Sutra, he's left with an even bigger problem than wanting to make love to the princess.
Drake's holding on to a secret that could not only ruin his chances with Celina, but could ultimately destroy her.
Drake moved away from her and hunted for the bag she brought from home. He hat to put distance between them—before he did something he'd regret.
"As much as I have enjoyed gazing upon your lovely body today, you, my princess, are starting to get sunburned." He handed her a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. "Here you go. It shouldn't be too hot to wear while we are out on the water."
Celina caught the clothes to her chest and stood up. "But—"
"What?" Drake moved back, out of reach.
Celina stepped forward. "That look on your face. You do want to kiss me, yes?" she asked.
Drake shuffled backward, threw his head back and laughed.
"Celina, I would love to kiss you, but if I did we wouldn't stop there. It wouldn't be fair to you." Or me.
Celina scurried over to stand by Drake again. "It would be fair, Drake. I want the kiss." She stood on her toes and lowered her voice. "Despite what you think, I know what to do."
"You do?" His breath came out on a shaky laugh, and he wanted to kick himself for even questioning her. She had no idea what she was walking into with him.
"I know how to do lots of things." She held on to his arms. "I know over two hundred positions to make you climax stronger than if you have sex with an untrained American woman. I can do it for you." She leaned into him. "I'm rather good with the lessons."
Drake captured her lips with his own, and pulled her body tight against him. A groan came through Drake's mouth and vibrated on Celina's lips. He urged her to open her mouth and take everything he offered her in one kiss. Without thinking, he lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around his thigh. He was aware of her petite size and soft curves against his bigger body. Her heartbeat pulsed against his chest as he deepened the kiss.
He hadn't meant to do this. He'd wanted to show her how she was in over her head with him…that this was a game she couldn't win.
Drake drew her up closer, so he could feel the soft warm imprint of her breasts against him, her thighs pressed against his. He traced her soft mouth with his lips, and finally with the tip of his tongue. She moaned and broke away from the kiss.
In the space of a few seconds, their passion had grown unmanageable. He had her pressed up against the sudden hardness of his body, and as she came to the realization of his need to have her, he pulled her back before she had time to think about what they were doing.
Drake sucked her bottom lip between his. Celina gasped. The little minx moved her body in a rhythm he recognized. He moaned and decided if he didn't stop now, he'd hate himself later.
Drake straightened up and set Celina back on her feet. He ran his hands through his hair.
"Can we do that again?" She reached her arms out for him.