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She did not like him. She did not like...oh, but shedidlike this.
“Oui?”he asked.
“Yes.”
His lips trailed across the back of her neck, making the fine hair there stand up. She shivered as he kissed down the top of her spine, his hand continuing down the material of her chemise to rest on the small of her back. “How do you always smell like flowers?” he asked, nuzzling her hair and then moving to the back of her ear. Alex stifled a moan.
“I don’t know. Soap?”
“You have daisies in that vase by your bed.”
She glanced over at the small blue bottle she’d used as a vase. “They’re half dead, but the little girl selling them looked even worse. I don’t think they have a fragrance.”
“That’s the scent your skin carries—spring flowers.” The hand at the small of her back slid lower to the curve of her arse.
“Oui?”he asked again.
She moaned.
His hand slid over her buttocks, molding the shape and making her sex ache in response. “How far do you want this to go?”
She knew he meant their lovemaking. She could tell him to stop now or allow it to go on a little longer...or a lot longer. “I want you,” she answered. “I know it will complicate matters.”
“Because I may betray you?”
“There’s that.” The hand still on her waist traced the curve of her body to the neck of her chemise. Her nipples pebbled in response. “But also because Dewhurst had a point. It’s harder to put someone you...have a connection with in danger.”
“Someone you care about.” His fingers toyed with the bow she’d made when tying the neck of her chemise together.
“If this goes much further, it will be hard not to care about you.”
“I already find it difficult not to care for you.”
She knew exactly what he meant. They were supposed to be enemies, but the battle lines grew blurrier every day.
He pulled the bow and the chemise slipped down, revealing her breasts, the rosy nipples erect. His hand trailed down, cupping her flesh, fondling a nipple. But it was the hand on her bottom that drew most of her attention. He pulled the chemise to her feet, then his hand was on her bare arse again.
“If we do this, I have rules,” Chevalier said.
Her eyes opened, and she turned her head to look at his face. He kissed her lips gently. “I won’t be dominated.” His hand on her bottom traced the seam of her cheeks to the juncture of her legs.
“And you think I would dominate you?”
“You would try. I can’t allow that.”
“Because of what happened when the Duc—”
He kissed her again to silence her. His hand slid between her legs, pausing just short of where her sex throbbed. “I will be on top. Always.”
“So you want to dominate me.”
“I’ll be considerate.” His fingers brushed her sex.“Oui?”
“Please.”
He caressed her outer lips, then slid just inside, where she could feel wetness already pooling.
“I won’t dominate, but I do need to be in control.” His wet finger moved upward, finding that little bud of pleasure and glossing over it. Alex saw stars.
