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CHAPTER TWELVE
ALARICSTAREDATHER. For one frightening moment, there was nothing but silence.
And then his gaze moved down her body. His eyes glowed molten green as he caressed her naked body, each lingering look more intimate and scorching than the last. She reached down, sucked in a deep breath, and slowly pushed the rest of her dress off, including the silk panties that had clung to her hips like a second skin.
He didn’t move, didn’t flinch, just watched as she undressed for him. She felt wonderfully brazen, wanton and seductive, her hands gliding down her own body and back up as she slipped off her shoes and lay back once more against the pillows.
He took one step forward. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, her eyes drifting down to his hips. Any lingering doubts were banished by the hard evidence between his thighs. Despite her lying naked before him, a blush stole over her cheeks.
“I don’t think our current situation is fair.”
Was that her voice? Husky, low, seductive?
A wicked grin she would never have imagined Alaric was capable of if she hadn’t seen it crept over his handsome face and made her belly tighten.
“What are you going to do about it?”
The challenge reverberated through her. She paused, self-doubt creeping in. Their first time, their only time, had been when he’d been raw and hurting. What if their explosive chemistry had been the result of a moment in time? She’d only been with Miles. She wasn’t experienced like she assumed Alaric’s previous lovers had been.
Stop.
A tiny voice whispered the command in her ear. She listened, steadied her breathing and let herself relax, focused on the warmth of desire that had been building since he’d carried her inside the house. Her fears melted away as she slowly stood and crossed to him. When she pulled the hem of his shirt from his pants, her fingers grazing the chiseled muscles of his abdomen, he hissed.
“Taking your time?”
His growl rippled over her, emboldened her as she slowly undid his buttons.
“We didn’t get much time in your office.” She leaned down and placed a kiss to his bared chest. His body went rigid beneath her touch. “Now would seem an appropriate moment to go slow.”
He stood still as she undid his tie, slid his shirt and suit jacket from his shoulders. He tensed but didn’t stop her as she unbuckled his belt. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants and boxers and slowly eased them down over his muscular thighs, the low rumbling sound in his throat sending an electrifying thrill through her.
When her fingers grazed his impressive length and she felt him swell even more against the slightest touch, an urge seized her. She sank to her knees.
“Clara, you don’t have to...”
His words trailed off and ended in a guttural moan as she wrapped one hand around the base of his hardness and took him in her mouth. She loved the way his hips arched forward, his hands tangling in her hair as he groaned her name. When she looked up, it was to see him with his head thrown back, his jaw taut. He looked powerful, strong and on the verge of losing control.
Because of her. Because of how she touched him.
That carnal knowledge spurred her on as she cupped him, savored the ever-increasing hardness of his body.
“Clara.”
He bit her name out. Strong hands reached down and hauled her to her feet, pressing her body against his, naked skin to naked skin. Her lips parted on a gasp just as he kissed her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as he laid claim to her.
“Fair is fair, wife.”
Before she could blink, he swept her into his arms and deposited her on the bed. He shed the rest of his clothes before joining her, caging her beneath his body. She started to part her legs. He kissed her again, swiftly, and then pulled back with a chuckle.
“Not yet.”
He trailed his lips down her neck to her breasts, circling one globe and then the other with the tip of his tongue before capturing each peak in his mouth and sucking with long, drawn-out movements that made her writhe beneath him as her fingers tangled in his hair. He continued his sensual onslaught, moving down over her belly, her hips, until he paused just above her most sensitive skin.
Her thighs pressed together of their own accord. The few times she and Miles had had sex, it had been fleeting, a few thrusts for his own pleasure and then it was over. She’d never experienced a man touching her the way Alaric was touching her now.
He pressed a kiss to her core, an open-mouthed caress that made her body curve up into his touch before she could stop herself.
“Alaric.”
