Rose swore at her sharp intake of breath as their lips touched. Has it really been that long that she would act in this manner? His lips felt warm, his kiss unhurried, willing to move at her pace. Rose felt herself sink deeper. His grip on her chin was steady, his mouth coaxing.
His other hand moved to cup her breast through the thin fabric. A flash of reason tugged at her, and she resisted the pleasure. She immediately broke the kiss, leaning back in her chair to put distance between them. Her chest heaved, her nipples visible through the cloth.
Caius looked briefly disappointed, but his eyes quickly filled with hunger once more. He licked his lips as he stared, ravenous. He ran a hand through his hair as he made a decision.
"Your Majesty," Rose called, trying to make him see reason. She should never have given in to the kiss. She couldn't believe she had to be the voice of reason here but she should expect nothing less from the crown prince.
