Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season #3) - Helen Hardt Page 0,16
her ear, tracing it with his tongue, nipping the soft lobe. “My God, you’re lovely.”
She let out a soft breath. His words tantalized her, plummeted straight to her core, filling her with passion and longing.
“You smell like juicy berries,” he said. “Lord, you are driving me mad.” He inhaled as he kissed her cheek, her neck.
His erection pressed into her belly, hard and enticing. Boldly, she grasped it with her right hand.
Evan gasped. “Alexandra…”
“Ally. Please.”
He gazed into her eyes. “No. Alexandra. It fits you. It’s beautiful, just like you are.”
And suddenly her hated name became beautiful. It was no longer her father’s middle name, but her own special name. Evan had made it her own. She would never forget him for that.
Under his appreciative gaze, she was Alexandra, and she felt beautiful. She let go of his erection and clasped her arms around his neck, her lips finding his. She kissed him with all the beauty, desire, and gratitude surging through her at that moment.
Unrestrained passion took her over, and she thrust her hips against him, the strength of his arousal apparent against her belly. She imagined him inside her, filling her, pleasuring her with that muscular body. She had never wanted Mr. Landon or anyone else like this. Her fear abated, she ached only for completion with Evan.
He broke away. “This isn’t right,” he said.
Her heart lurched. “How can this not be right?” She cupped his cheek. “Evan, I’m feeling so…so…”
“I know. As am I. But I can’t violate you in this way.”
“Who says you’re violating me? I’m a willing participant.”
“God, I want you so much.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “But—”
“Have you thought about what might happen if no one finds us?”
He stepped back slightly. “What? Where is this coming from? As soon as the rain abates, I’m going for help. I thought you wanted to come with me.”
“Evan, the rain hasn’t subsided in over twenty-four hours. We’ve no food, no provisions. What if—” Oh, it was too terrible to think of… “What if this is all we have? This…thing between us? Ever?”
He curved his lips upward. “You’re being a bit melodramatic, I’d say.”
She smiled back at him. “Melodramatic? Or persuasive?”
“Lord, how am I supposed to resist you?”
“Perhaps you’re not supposed to.” She tangled her fingers in his unruly tresses. “Please, Evan. Show me the ways of love. Teach me…”
He clamped his mouth on hers, taking her to new heights with a gut-wrenching kiss. They kissed frantically, desperately, as though the world were ending. When he finally broke off and they both inhaled, he cupped her breasts in both his large hands.
“So beautiful,” he said. “Lovely nipples, Alexandra. Tell me, has anyone touched them before?”
“Only me.” She clasped a hand to her mouth. “Oh!”
“Don’t be embarrassed, sweet. The thought of you touching yourself arouses me.” He thumbed both of her erect nubs.
Chills coursed through her, and she squeezed her thighs together. “Please, Evan.” She wanted his mouth on her nipples, but she didn’t know how to ask for it.
But he knew. He lowered his head and took one nipple between his full pink lips.
Ally nearly shattered.
Oh, how he knew how to pleasure her! This small contact with him excited her more than all the thoughts of bedding Mr. Landon had. That was to serve a purpose. This, with Evan, was purely for physical satisfaction.
And she had no doubt that she’d be satisfied in the end.
He twirled his tongue around her nipple and gently sucked it, tugging lightly. His fingers found the other one and circled it. Her areola puckered at his touch, and when he lightly pinched the nipple, she nearly lost her footing.
“So lovely,” he said against her breast. “You are beautiful, Alexandra.” He rose and gazed into her eyes.
“Oh, so are you,” she said, her breathing unsteady. She slid her hands down his arms to his waist, where the toga still covered him. “Please. Let me see you.” She whisked the sheet away, and it fell to the floor in a white heap.
His cock stood straight out, beautiful and majestic, springing from a patch of light brown curls. She fought the urge to reach for it.
“Do I pass muster?” he asked.
“Oh my, yes.”
He reached between her legs. “I bet you’re beautiful down here too.”
She weakened, and her core pulsed rapidly. His words nearly sent her into oblivion. She’d experienced climax before, at her own hand, but to actually have a splendid man make her feel that way…