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Chapter 21
Pleasures, being as necessary for the existence and well-being of the body as food, are consequently equally required.
The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana
Alice pressed closer against Nick’s chest.
What she’d done had been so very depraved, but for some reason she didn’t feel ashamed.
It must be the tender light in Nick’s eyes. The way he smiled as he smoothed his hand over her hair.
The Kama Sutra said that pleasure was as necessary to the body as food. Now she knew what the old sage had meant.
Being held by Nick... holding him back... fed something in her. Some desire for closeness that she hadn’t even known existed.
Her belly tingled with warmth and with the awareness of him. His nakedness. She was still fully clothed and he was quite thrillingly not clothed.
She traced the whorls of hair in the center of his chest. His body was so hard and angular, the complete opposite of hers.
His abdomen was ridged with muscle, unlike her soft, concave belly. She touched him there, and his belly rippled beneath her fingers and his... good Lord. Was his tool stiff again?
She glanced up swiftly.
“That’s right, Dimples,” he growled. “I’m aroused again. And do you know something else?” He riffled her hair and kissed her cheek. “You’ll like it even more today. You may even like it quite a lot.”
A quick, breathless wave of longing flooded through Alice at his words. She wanted him inside her again. She was as ready as he was. She could feel wetness between her thighs and ripples of the same pleasure she’d felt yesterday.
He rose above her. “This time I want you naked as well.” He undid her gown and made swift work of her stays, petticoats, shift, and stockings until she was as naked as he was.
In full, glowing daylight.
With nothing to cover her but her hair and her hands.
She shifted her hair over her breasts. He caught her hand. “Oh no. After what you just did to me, I have a right to look my fill.”
She closed her eyes as he made a lazy perusal of her body.
“Gods, you’re beautiful, Alice.”
She peeked out from half-closed lids. He was staring at her with awe and admiration writ across his face.
“Such high, firm breasts.” He covered her breasts with his palms, bouncing them lightly, starting a luscious, aching throb between her thighs. He pinched her nipples lightly, rolling them between his fingers.
“Slim waist,” he said reverently, sliding his hands down her body and encircling her waist with his large hands, “and flaring hips, exactly how I like them. Were you made just for me, Dimples?”
He dipped his head and kissed the depression in the center of her belly, and then he worked his way lower. His toyed with the curls covering her sex, and then, when she was ready to beg him for it, one finger slipped inside her.
“You’re so wet,” he said on an exhale.
He pushed in farther and she gasped. It hurt a little, but it was also indescribably good. His thumb found the sensitive button of flesh at her core and rubbed over her, making her tremble and moan.
Without warning, he grasped her hips and reversed their positions, pulling her atop him with her knees spread to either side of his hips.
His hardness sprang up, between her legs, slapping against her belly.
“When Lear interrupted us in the gallery, you were on top of me, and I wanted so badly for you to do... this.” He held her hips, positioning her core against his cock. “Lower yourself onto me.”
Could she do that? Did she dare?
