Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season #3) - Helen Hardt Page 0,15

you want to kiss me?” he asked, his voice cracking.

Those words slammed into her. What could she say? She couldn’t very well tell him she wanted to practice for her seduction of Mr. Landon. Then again, why not? That was much more acceptable than telling him she found him an utterly splendid specimen, which she did.

“Practice,” she said.

“Something tells me you’ve had plenty of practice.”

Rage boiled inside her veins. Who did he think he was? And only minutes ago he’d accused her of not having nearly the experience she’d like him to think she did. “I do not see why you feel the need to insult me.”

“You insulted me. You asked if I’d visited a brothel. If I’d looked at your…”

“My breasts, Evan. They’re right here, in front of you, covered only by thin linen. And I didn’t ask if you’d deliberately looked at them. I asked if you’d seen them.” She strode back to her chair and sat.

“You are a handful, Alexandra,” he said.

“You have no idea.” She let out a sigh. “I suppose this game is over. I guess I should have expected as much from you. You’re nothing but a coward, after all.”

She jumped when he pounded his fist on the table.

“No one calls me a coward and lives to tell about it.”

“Oh? Is that a threat?”

“Not a threat, only a fact. You stand there, high and mighty with only linen covering your ample charms. Do you think it’s easy for a man to resist you? Most others would have torn those rags off of you by now and taken what you’re flaunting whether you wanted to give it or not. I’ll not be called a coward for being a gentleman. It’s not fair.” He stood. “I ought to take you right here, right now, right in that bed we shared last night. It would show you.”

Her whole body tingled, her blood turning to hot ambrosia. She shouldn’t taunt him. She knew she shouldn’t. But something fueled the desire budding within her.

“You wouldn’t, Evan. You’re too much of a gentleman, as you said.”

He moved closer to her.

She gulped. His arousal was apparent under the linen, jutting forward as if at attention. He wanted her. She’d never seen the male anatomy in person, but she’d done her share of reading illicit literature. He was ready. And by God, so was she.

“Do not take this any further, Alexandra,” he warned, his eyes ablaze, “or you will be sorry.”

Oh, she’d never be sorry. Her passion grew as the tickle between her legs became unbearable. To have him, to truly have him…this beautiful man…

“All I asked for was a kiss,” she said softly.

“You want a kiss?” He forced her to her feet.

“Y-Yes.”

He crushed his mouth to hers.

Ally never considered refusing. She was petrified, no doubt, but she wanted this. His lips were warm and unexpectedly soft. He nibbled at her mouth and enticed her lips to open.

And then—she was lost. Wentworth’s kiss had been disgusting, Mr. Landon’s enjoyable, but this—this was something new entirely. As Evan’s tongue swirled around hers, her legs trembled beneath her. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her closer. How she ached to drive into him, to deepen the kiss, but fear overrode her desire. Perhaps she wasn’t as ready for marital relations as she’d thought.

She pulled away.

But his strength was unmatched. “Kiss me back, Alexandra,” he whispered against her chin. “You wanted this, and now so do I.”

Lord. Her knees weakened, and she nearly collapsed in a puddle on the dusty wooden floor. Her toga had loosened, and only time would tell how soon her body would be exposed. She no longer had any will to resist. She wanted this man. Evan Xavier. The most amazing man she’d ever laid eyes on. And he wanted her.

He cupped both of her cheeks and gazed into her eyes. “Please.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “What have we started?”

He smiled. “I don’t know, sweet, but I really want to finish it.” He lowered his lips to hers once again.

As their tongues tangled together, she slid her hands upward, his muscular arms and shoulders sleek and hard under her fingertips. She toyed with the roughness of his night beard, the strength of his jawline.

Her breasts crushed against his chest, her nipples rubbing against something soft, creating friction. Pleasure surged through her. Lord! Her linen had fallen, and they were crushed together—bare chest to bare chest!

Her nipples tightened into hard nubs.

He trailed his lips across her cheek, down her neck, and to