She giggled, clasping one arm around his neck and poking the curl with the other. “Highness? I could get used to that.” She kicked her feet a little, dried sand brushing off and rattling to the floor. Nosing at his face, she murmured, “Kisses?”
“You’ll always get kisses from me, my Queen,” he stated softly, a crooked little smile tugging at his lips as he rubbed down her spine, leaning in to press his lips to hers. “You don’t even have to ask.”
She made this kiss into something sweet and tender, something that said love and not just lust and lasted a long, slow time. Pulling herself up a little farther in his arms, she whispered, “Put me down now. And take off your shorts.”