Did she want him to continue? Was that even a question?
She was burning - every part of her was literally burning for his touch.
Now that she knew he wasn't her enemy, she could finally allow herself to want him.
She'd hated the wrong man for two years and he'd never bothered to explain otherwise to her.
But that wasn't the time to think of such bitter things.
"Yes."
His eyes danced with mischief. She watched him undo the ties of her drawers with clumsy hands. It was so calming to watch the ever-composed King fumble with her most intimate undergarment.
Her gaze trailed to his tousled hair - she was the one who messed up his hair. Yet another achievement.
He leaned by her ear to whisper, "You might not be able to serve wine tomorrow if you don't stop me."
What did he mean by that?
He even had the nerve to chuckle. The sound of his deep laughter made her heart stop, even if he was laughing at her.
