She loved it when he looked at her. His eyes all but devoured her, and Lucia, who’d detested that look in the eyes of many men in the past, needed to see it in Alex’s gaze. Reveled in seeing it. The feathery-soft stroking of his fingers infused her with heat and vitality. His fingers lingered, his touch becoming more persistent.
She reached up, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, and Alex’s eyes went from gray to silver blue again. “Do you like it when I kiss you?” His husky breath whispered over the bare skin of her shoulders.
“Yes.” Her cheeks flamed.
His fingers slipped beneath the straps of her chemise, and she held her breath.
“Do you want me to kiss you here?” He traced the line of her shoulder, and a delicious tingle radiated from each stroke.
“Yes.” She breathed the word.
Alex pushed the straps of the chemise down, leaned over, and tenderly kissed her bare shoulder. His lips were tinder, his hands small sparks, inflaming her desire as he moved lower.
She gasped.
Alex cupped first one breast, then the other, rubbing his palms over her nipples. She bucked and moaned as the flesh hardened in his hands.
His eyes flicked to hers. “Do you want me to kiss you here?”
She blinked. “Alex, I—”
“Say yes.”
“Oh, yes.”
He lowered the chemise further. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said huskily.
She’d heard the accolade many times, but this was the first time it meant anything. Then his mouth skimmed across her breast, and she knew true pleasure.
Her hands fisted in his hair, and as he continued to plunder her, she shifted restlessly under him. He was relentless, kissing one breast, tongue tracing the underside, then the other, rolling each nipple over his tongue, taking each into his sultry mouth.
Lucia whimpered. He stripped the chemise from her, then parted her thighs. “Wait!” She tried to sit up, tried to stop him.
He glanced up at her, chin resting on her abdomen. “Lie back, sweetheart. You’ll like this.” His eyes held a roguish promise.
“Alex, I don’t think—I mean—oh!”
His fingers caressed her, were inside her, and her body jolted with pleasure. Heat ran up her spine, then back down into her toes. She curled them, pushing her ankles into the soft material of the coverlet.
Her whole body tensed, tightened, pulled inward, and she grasped the fabric underneath her with both hands. “Oh, Alex!” She gasped his name. “I want— oh, I don’t know! I don’t know what I am supposed to do.”
“Open your legs wider,” he murmured, and she felt his warm breath on her thighs.
She didn’t move. To follow his dictate would surely be beyond all bounds of decency. Then his fingers moved inside her, and she was powerless to resist.
“Open your legs, sweetheart. I know what you want.”
She had no choice. She complied, feeling embarrassment and exhilaration in equal measure. Alex trailed kisses down her stomach, then slid her stockings off. His hands stroked her legs again until his fingers were inside her, his thumb caressing her, his breath warming her. She let out a strangled scream at the rush of sensation.
“Do you want me to kiss you here?”
Oh, yes. Yes. But she couldn’t speak, only moan some incoherency. And then his mouth was on her. His tongue flicked against her, and she cried out. He did it again, and she almost flew off the bed. She gripped the covers more tightly, and just when she thought she had control, his tongue slicked over her slowly. Arching her body, she screamed at the white-hot pleasure surging through her. Ecstasy. She knew nothing else.
Slowly, through a haze of exquisite vibrations, Lucia returned from her trance. Alex was lying beside her again, kissing her shoulder, her breast. She opened her eyes.
“I never knew—”
“Shh. It’s not over yet.”
