legs together with the increasing urge for release.
“I want to see you,” he said. “Now.”
Hands shaking, Lydia grasped her chemise and pulled it over her head, baring her naked torso to his gaze. Alexander groaned at the sight of her, his hands now rough as he pulled her against him and crushed her mouth with his. A frantic urgency lit between them, hot and thick. Lydia rubbed her breasts against Alexander’s chest, gasping as he slid his hands beneath her bottom again and lifted her.
Without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around his waist, the opening of her drawers parting. She fought the urge to squirm and writhe, wanting this delicious torture to go on and on and on until the world fell away beneath exquisite, unending pleasure.
“Alexander. Touch me. Please.” She could hardly speak past the cascade of arousal coursing through her body. Every part of her being ached for the touch of his hands, his lips, the slick glide of his skin against hers.
“I knew you’d be this beautiful, this soft. Knew it.” Alexander lowered her to the bed, moving to kiss the slope of her shoulder. He slid his lips across her throat, flicking his tongue into the damp hollow before moving lower.
Lydia arched at the first sensation of his lips on her sensitive flesh, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. Need streamed through her, a torrent of sensations as if multihued colors had replaced her blood. As Alexander moved to stroke her other breast, his fingers caressing, Lydia closed her eyes against another unexpected sting of tears. She hadn’t known until now, until Alexander, that she was capable of feeling such pleasure.
He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes burning. Lydia’s tongue darted out to lick her dry lips. She parted her legs. Still holding her gaze, Alexander slid his hand down her naked torso to the opening of her drawers.
“Oh.” Her hips bucked upward at the first touch of his long fingers. “Oh, Alexander, yes…”
He lifted the length of his body alongside hers, lowering his head to kiss her. Lydia quivered, shook, vibrated like a viola string as his tongue delved into her mouth and his fingers eased into her.
“Come, Lydia.” Tension thickened the command. “For me. Now.”
She did, surrendering to the unbearable pressure as his thumb rubbed at the pearl of her body. Alexander captured her scream with his mouth. Undiluted rapture swept through her veins as she convulsed beneath his expert manipulations.
Before the pleasure had even abated, Lydia fumbled for the front of Alexander’s trousers, her breathing ragged. “Let me see you.”
Alexander bent to remove his boots, then unfastened his trousers and pushed them off. Another sweet tremor shook Lydia as she took his shaft in hand, the sleek warmth pulsing against her palm. She imagined all that malleable hardness filling her, stretching her, pressing against her in the most intimate way possible.
Alexander grasped her wrist, his jaw clenching. “Lydia—”
She hurried to unfasten the ties of her drawers and pushed them to the floor. Unashamed of her nakedness, basking in the glow of Alexander’s hot gaze, she opened her thighs and grasped the front of his damp shirt to pull him to her.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, rubbing her lips across his jaw, his neck, his shoulder, her hands skimming over his chest through the shirt. “Fill me.”
A groan tore from his throat. Standing beside the bed, he adjusted her position to align their bodies. Then he moved between her legs, pushing hard against her, finesse and tenderness lost in the onslaught of consuming need.
Lydia grasped his forearms, rolling her hips upward, choking out a cry when he began to fill her, hot, smooth, and heavy. Alexander stared at the juncture of their union, his gaze scorching as he watched himself disappear into her.
And then he was seated fully, the pulse of his body in rhythm with hers. She expected him to lever himself over her, to press their mouths together in time to that delicious plunging that would drive them both to rapture, but instead he placed his hands on her raised knees and watched her.
A blistering flush swept over Lydia’s already overheated skin. Never had she expected a man to watch her so intently while he thrust into her, to stare at the quiver of her breasts, the jostle of her body, the roll of her hips. Never had she anticipated that a man would look at her face as if he wanted to witness the renewed