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Grace lifted her arms from beneath the bedcovers to stretch them languidly over her head. She hadn’t slept this well since her move to London a year ago. The late night and early morning noises of the busy streets of England’s capital were not what she was used to, and—
There are no such noises outside today!
Instead, she could hear nothing but the happy tweeting of birds.
Grace froze as memory of the previous night came rushing back to her.
Of being whisked away from the theater.
Of how she had fainted from the overload of emotions caused by those hours of tension spent in Alaric’s disturbing company, followed by that unexpected encounter with George and his countess.
Then regaining consciousness to find herself in this unfamiliar bedchamber.
The bedchamber Alaric Montrose had told her was his own.
One of many, it seemed.
A sharp turn of Grace’s head revealed there was no one in the bed beside her this morning.
But the indentation in the pillow sitting beside her own showed there had been.
An unnecessary confirmation when Grace now clearly remembered falling asleep in Alaric’s strong and reassuring armsafterhe had made love to her and transported her to a level of pleasure Grace had never known existed. He had done so not once, but several times.
That lovemaking had seemed dreamlike in the glow of that single candlelight, Alaric’s caresses almost balletic and graceful for such a large man. Even the letting down and unplaiting of her hair had become a sensual experience when Alaric kissed and caressed every inch of her sensitive throat as he did so. He had also known exactly how to touch and caress Grace in order to take her to that pinnacle of pleasure again and again.
After the first time, Grace hadbeggedhim to take her there again and again!
She blushed now to think of how she had mewled and moaned in encouragement of having his hands and lips so intimately exploring her body, as he brought her to that peak time after time until she cried out for him to stop.
Alaric had looked at her searchingly before giving a satisfied nod. He’d then rolled to the side of the bed before wrapping his arms about her with her head resting against his shirt-covered chest.
Seconds, or minutes, later, Grace had fallen into a deep sleep, still cradled in Alaric’s arms.
But he was not beside her now.
Grace threw back the covers to sit up, drawing in a dismayed gasp when she immediately realized she was still completely naked except for the gold necklace about her throat.
She immediately grasped hold of the bedsheet to cover her nakedness. But not before she’d seen several areas of redness on her otherwise pale gold skin from where Alaric’s lips and hands had touched and caressed her.
“It is a little late for shyness when I have already seen and touched every inch of you,” Alaric drawled as he strolled through the doorway from an adjoining room Grace hadn’t noticed until now.
A dressing room?
If it was, then he had not taken advantage of that facility because, unlike last night, he was now every bit as naked as she was, and far less self-conscious about it as he made no effort to cover himself.
With good reason, Grace conceded when she found it impossible to look away from all that firm, naked flesh. His shoulders were wide, his chest and arms muscular, his waist narrow, his hips—
Grace quickly averted her gaze from the long, thick cock, fully engorged and rampant, jutting up from the blond curls between Alaric’s muscular thighs.
But not before she had noted the length and girth of it and how the bulbous purple top was slick with his arousal. She wondered what it would taste like—
Grace hastily pushed those wicked thoughts aside. “Not every inch,” she primly reminded him.
Alaric’s lips, slightly red and swollen from kissing her so intimately the night before, now curved into a smile. “The fact I have not yet claimed your pretty pussy and the tempting rosette between your bottom cheeks does not mean I have not seen and fully intend to claim both of them.”
Embarrassed color immediately burned in Grace’s cheeks, her mouth opening and closing several times as she tried to think of something to say in reply to such outrageously intimate comments.
Was what Alaric described even possible?
