They must have dozed for a time. The next thing she knew, a kiss as light as a feather brushed across her lips.
She pursed her lips and kept her eyes screwed shut.
“Maura”—laughter laced that low male voice—“you’re quite enchanting when you pout, sweet. But if it isn’t too much bother, might I have a moment of your time?”
By then it was all Maura could do to smother a laugh. But she managed to keep her eyes tightly closed.
“Why is it that I am always rousing you from sleep? Let me ponder a moment.” He released a mock sigh. “Hmmm. I believeI may have the answer. I think perhaps the only way to stop rousing you from sleep is to never let you sleep.” The next thing she knew, her hand was lifted from its perch on his chest and placed on a muscled, hairy thigh.
Maura’s eyes popped open. There was no question that this was a part of him that no longer slept.
Alec gave a husky laugh at her expression of shock.
“What?” she said faintly. “Again?”
“I see that I have your full attention now,” he teased.
He propped himself on an elbow and gazed the length of her. Maura blushed to the very roots of her hair, prompting another husky laugh.
Alec’s eyes, so warm and tender and so very, very blue, made her breath catch and her heart turn over.
Leaning over, he kissed her. There was no hungry demand, just an achingly sweet kiss she felt in every corner of her being.
He drew back. “Raise your hand, love.”
An expression of soft confusion on her face, she looked to him.
He lifted her right hand. “Pick a finger,” he whispered.
Maura was still confused.
“Let me choose, then.” He carried her finger to his mouth. Washed it with the warm, wet heat of his tongue…
…and dragged it slowly down the length of her belly.
But he didn’t stop there. No, he pushed her warm, wet finger through the dark fleece that surrounded her womanhood—sliding between soft, plump folds to find that pearl of sensation crowned within.
Maura’s entire body jerked. Her breath tumbled to a standstill.
No, she thought, stunned beyond reason. Oh, no.
Instinct governed. She tried to drag her hand away. But Alec’s hand still trapped hers.
“Alec!” she cried softly. “I—I—”
“Shhh.” His whisper was dark and intense. “It’s all right. Don’t think. Just feel.”
Her fingers guided by his, she pressed. Plumbed. Circled. Caught the rhythm and the pressure—
“That’s it, sweet. Oh, yes, just like that.”
It was shockingly erotic.
Unbearably rousing.
And when another finger joined the play, her mind hazed with a dark, forbidden pleasure.
She began to pant. “Alec—”
