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She flicked him a sideways glance and a small, knowing smile. “Ah, dark knight,” she said softly. “The rules I live by apply in every land, I’m afraid.”
There was true regret in her soft gray eyes. Sebastian could see her curiosity as well as a hint of the sensuality that ran through her. Innocence marked her as well. Such innocence that even in the knowledge of the sexuality they’d turn loose in her, she appeared as pure and without artifice as the snow falling around them, insulating them.
She was … a treasure. The gown she wore lay like a caress from breast to hip before flowing down and away from her delicate frame. The color was indescribable. It wasn’t white, nor was it blue or gray. It shifted between the palest of those colors, though, as she moved and the light of the flames flickered behind her.
He wanted to touch her. Taste her.
His hands actually tingled at the thought of touching the silken flesh rising above the gown. And what lay beneath … He wanted nothing more than to taste, stroke, possess. She was a siren indeed, and her mysterious song was entrancing him …
And she was young, he realized. Eighteen perhaps, no younger. But definitely no more than twenty, and he’d wager his trust fund she had no more than one, perhaps two lovers.
“Rules were made to be broken,” Shane assured her. “And here in this fantasy, they can be hidden.” He stepped closer as well, moving to stand within inches of her, their warmth now
surrounding her.
“As the lovely Ms. Raye was hidden?” she asked, but her breathing was faster, her voice filled with curiosity. And wariness.
“We were unaware Millicent wanted to be hidden,” Sebastian assured her. They enclosed her, their larger bodies blocking the doorway. “I dare you. Just a kiss. See if you can choose which of us you’d prefer.”
Alyssa felt a heavy lassitude settling over her senses as she looked up at the goof. He wasn’t so goofy now, though. He was dark, sensual, and she was dying to have them both kiss her.
It was positively indecent. Her mother would ship her off to a convent to make certain she never did anything so scandalous again. But she would know …
And a part of her knew, these men would probably find her.
“One kiss?” It was hard to breathe.
“Two,” the dark cowboy whispered from behind her. “One for him, one for me.”
“Just a kiss?” She had to be certain. “On the lips only.”
The wicked chuckle behind her was filled with sensual knowledge. “An intelligent siren. She’ll steal our hearts if we’re not careful.”
Black eyes stared into hers; mystery, secrets, wicked, carnal delights gleamed in the dark expanse. “Perhaps she’s already stolen mine,” he murmured, his lips lowering to hers.
She was a virgin, not a robot. Alyssa knew what sex was. Many of the young women she socialized with had been having sex for years. Many, with men far older than they. What they’d described as the perfect kiss had no resemblance to this.
This was dangerous. It should be outlawed.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as he eased her to him, lifting her from her feet and holding her secure as his lips slanted over hers and his tongue forged past them taste hers.
Hot forays past her lips, little licks, tempting, teasing thrusts into her mouth as he dissolved her common sense with no more than the kiss he was taking.
Behind her, her Cowboy brushed his cheek lightly against her bare shoulder, nipped, flicked his tongue teasingly against her flesh. Those kisses roved from her neck to her shoulders, along her back, just beneath her nape, to the other side.
Pleasure was whipping through her senses, heat suffusing her flesh as a heightened sensitivity began building through her body. Every cell she possessed seemed to be demanding this touch.
This kiss. Everywhere.
Dazed, unbidden moans falling from her lips, she tried to follow as he eased back.
Lifting her heavy lashes, Alyssa stared up at him, shocked, her virginal senses pierced to the core.
“My turn.”
Alyssa shuddered, suddenly not certain of the bargain she’d made. But her Cowboy didn’t give her a chance to object. His lips were more demanding but no less gentle. Holding her to him as her Spanish jokester slid one hand from her thigh to her rear, cupped the flesh of her buttock and breathed a kiss against her spine; her Cowboy kissed her with dark, heady hunger.
The pleasure built, whipped through her, around her, spiraling through her senses and leaving her weak, unresisting to whatever they demanded. To whatever they desired.
