CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
EMMA ENDLESS
I’d snuck into Clark’s tent.
It was a foolish move. I shouldn’t have gone, but I was too wide awake to sleep. I crawled into his bed, leaned against his chest, and before I knew what was doing, I was asking him to make love to me.
He rolled me over, in that rough, masculine way, and told me, “Whatever you wish,” then kissed me deeply, “whatever you wish, your majesty.”
His voice was husky as he said it, and a hum pulsed through my thighs at the territorial way that he said it. “I hope you’re not too precious about this dress,” he murmured, “because there’s not going to be much left when we’re through.”
“Well, it is the only thing I have to wear,” I reminded him.
“I’m certain Nia can magic something up,” said Clark. But before he got to playing th
