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“So I’m to lie on my back and take it.”
“I’ll make it worthwhile.” His finger slid back down and dipped further inside her. “Are we in agreement?”
“You on top?” she panted as his finger made the slow trek back to her clitoris. “I lie back and take it.”
“Or stand here and take it.” His finger brushed her clitoris and she jerked.
“I think.” She moaned as the hand on her breast lightly pinched a nipple. “I can agree to that. This time.”
“Stubborn,” he said with a laugh into her neck. “I like a challenge.” He circled the nub where pleasure was building. Her whole body and mind was focused on that one spot as he flicked and circled, and then his hand drew back, two fingers entering her this time and she all but cried with frustration. When he withdrew and spun her around, she gave a huff of displeasure.
“I want to see your face,mon trésor. And I seem to remember you thinking I wore too many clothes last night. Shall we remedy that?”
Now he had her attention. She certainly appreciated the male form, and if what she had felt when pressed against him was any indication, she would like what she saw under his clothing. She pushed his coat off his shoulders and helped him pull it off, then watched as he loosened his cravat and unbuttoned his shirt. She dipped her hands in the waistband of his breeches and felt him inhale sharply as she slowly pulled the hem of his shirt out. She inched the linen up, her fingers brushing against the hot skin of his abdomen. Finally, he pulled the garment over his head and stood before her bare-chested. She traced the muscles of his torso, liking the way his skin seemed to pebble with gooseflesh at her teasing touch.
“Take off the rest,” she ordered.
He glanced at the closed door.
“No one will interrupt us. If there’s something important, they’ll knock first.”
He bent to remove one boot and stocking, and she moved behind him to observe the way the breeches molded to his buttocks. “You often entertain in here?”
“I’ve never brought a man here, but Honoria and Montagne...entertain in the bedchamber across the hall, since there’s no privacy in the attic. None of us liked Montagne—”
“I don’t wonder why.” He reached for the remaining boot.
“—at first, but Honoria is not a child, so we didn’t interfere. I’ll be given the same courtesy.” She ran a hand over his taut backside and he jerked up.
“I don’t like being touched from behind.”
“More rules?” She arched a brow as he turned to face her. “I don’t like rules.”
“Rules protect us and keep us safe.”
“You don’t need protection from me.”
“I’m not so sure about that.” He gave her a serious look. “If my rules make you uncomfortable, we can stop now.” His gaze swept her body. “I don’t want to stop, but I will.”
“I don’t want to stop either.” She moved closer, pressing her warm naked flesh against his. “I’ll follow your rules.” She kissed him with promise. “This time.” Her hands slid down his chest and rested on the fall of his breeches. “May I?”
He nodded, and she opened the breeches, freeing his hard member, then wrapping her hands around the hot length of it. He groaned low in his throat, and she slid the breeches over his buttocks and down his thighs. They caught, and she knelt to free them from his calves and feet. Then he was as naked as she. She looked up, admiring the size and length of him. Her hand closed on the hard flesh again, her thumb and forefinger barely meeting.
Without asking if there were any rules against it, she leaned forward and licked the tip of him. He jerked, but didn’t pull away. Slowly, she closed her mouth over the head of his erection, sucking lightly.
“Alexandra.” His voice was almost a growl. “You don’t have to do this.”
She looked up at him. “What makes you think I feel compelled? I like the taste of you.” She put her mouth on him again and took more of him inside, sliding her lips up and down his rigid flesh.
His thighs tightened where she held them for support, and his breaths turned to pants. She could hardly take all of him, and when she managed he let out a hoarse cry. She loved how he sounded so much she did it all over again. He was trembling slightly, and if she still disliked him, she would have felt triumph at having found a weakness. But she didn’t dislike him, and she certainly didn’t dislike this. He was warm and alive and pulsing deliciously against her tongue. She slid up to the tip of him again and he stepped away.
“You don’t like it?” she asked, still on her knees, wanting him back so she could lick and taste and pleasure him until he made those sounds again.
“I love it. Too much. No one has ever done that to me before.”
“Not even Claudine du Champ? Then I suppose I had better make this good.” She reached for him again, a little surprised by how much she wanted to continue.
“No.” He pulled her to her feet. “What I want is you on the bed.” He kissed her, and his skilled tongue slid between her lips. His hands roamed over her body, making her flesh hot and tight. Making her forget about his cock in her mouth. Now she had other ideas for what to do with it. She reached for his cock, but he caught her hand, then turned her away from him and pushed her down on the bed. Her bottom was in the air and he stood behind her and nudged her legs open. She tried to rise, but he pushed her down again. “Lift your hips,” he ordered.
