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She didn’t like orders, didn’t like men telling her what to do. That sliver of dislike she’d been holding on to reared up again. Then his hand slid up her inner thigh. “You’ll like this, Alexandra,” he said, voice low. Her sex clenched, and she lifted her hips. With her legs spread, she knew she was exposed to him. The vulnerability was unnerving, but also exciting.
She heard him exhale, the moan he made clearly a sound of appreciation. She spread her legs wider, and his hand on her lower back clenched. His gentle fingers slaked across her aching flesh, testing her readiness. She could have told him she was ready, but she appreciated the courtesy. And then his cock was there, the hard length of it rubbing over her outer lips until they began to swell with anticipation.
“I have a rule,” she panted. She’d almost forgotten. His touch and the sight of him made her forget everything, it seemed.
“Tell me.” He slid over her again, the tip of his cock resting for just a moment at the entrance of her sex. Her hands on the coverlet clenched and loosened. Oh, yes. She was beginning to like him more and more. She wanted him inside her.
“Don’t come inside me.” She knew that method didn’t always work to prevent pregnancy, but she had no other options.
“You have my word.” His length glossed over her again, and she pushed back, hoping his cock would brush the small, sensitive nub that seemed to throb with a demand for satisfaction. “Any other rules?” His teeth sounded clenched.
“I can’t think of any.”
He slid back down, coming to rest at her entrance again. She pushed back, taking just an inch of him inside.
“Can I make them up as we go along?”
“Oui.”He pushed inside her so slowly that her hands opened and closed on the bedclothes like a kneading kitten’s. She rocked back, trying to take more of him, but he grasped her hips and held her still. She tried to buck him off, but he was strong and he had no intention of relinquishing control. She clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper that way, but his control didn’t waver.
“Please,” she said, mortified that she sounded as though she were begging. “Please.” She could feel the climax building, but she couldn’t reach it. She needed hard and fast. Frustrated, she reached to touch her aching clitoris, but he caught her hand.
“Slow down. You English are so impatient.”
“Tristan. Deeper.”
To her surprise, he obliged, filling her and making her sigh out a moan.Yes. He pulled back, then thrust deep again.This.Yes. She was lost in the pleasure of it again, her body vibrating with need and tension. He rocked into her, slid out slowly, then entered her just as slowly. Every nerve was on fire, coiled with need. She panted and mewed, writhing on the bed under the hand that kept her right where he wanted her. Perspiration gathered on her back as she came so close to climax but didn’t reach it.
Just when she thought she would scream from frustration, he changed tempo. She held on as her pleasure reached new heights, but just when she was ready to climax, he would change the rhythm or depth, leaving her unsatisfied.
“Tristan!”she cried in frustration.
“I like when you use my name. Say it again.” His hand brushed her sex, where the tight bud of nerves ached for release.
“Tristan. Tristan. Yes.”
He stroked her, and everything shattered. She felt like a bubble filled so full of air she finally exploded. Inside her, he swelled and thrust deep, and she turned her face into the bed to muffle her screams of satisfaction. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, and she rocked into it, taking as much as she gave.
Finally, when she could hardly bear more, he withdrew and she felt his seed spill onto her back. Her entire body felt warm and heavy, and she did not think she could have moved if a mob was at the door. “There are linens on the washstand,” she mumbled. She heard him pad across the floor, pour water from the pitcher into the basin, then return. A cool, wet cloth slid across her back. When he retreated to return the cloth to the basin, Alex rolled over and stretched contentedly.
She looked up and Tristan smiled down at her. “When you look like that, I want you all over again.”
“I’m amenable,” she said, opening her arms.
He shook his head, regretfully. “It’s late. I need to find a way home.”
Alex lowered her arms. She had always been the one to shy away from too much intimacy. Now she was offering more and being rejected. She searched for that tiny shard of dislike and couldn’t find it.
She sat up, her body still sated and sluggish. “I’ll dress and show you the way.”
“I’d rather you stayed here, where you are safe,” he said, pulling on his breeches. How would she ever hate him again when he said things like that?
But she was no wilting flower. “And I’d rather you make it back without being questioned. That won’t help our cause. Besides, I need the pass you used to gain entry into the Temple. Honoria will study it to make copies.” Unconcerned with her nakedness, she washed at the washstand and ran damp fingers through her short hair. Finally, she found the clothes she’d discarded earlier and laid them on the bed.
“I don’t have the pass,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“Any important document of that nature must be returned to Robespierre.” His gaze dipped to her breasts. “To prevent forgeries. Do you need help dressing?”
