She looked at his face. In the semidarkness, his eyes were black and bottomless, but she saw the fire flickering there. She might not know much about men, but she knew that Mitch wanted her desperately. The knowledge, unexpected and delightful, gave her courage. She shrugged out of her shirt.
The night air was cool on her skin. As she pulled her arms out of her sleeves, her bra slipped down and she tossed that aside as well.
Mitch swore softly, then flashed her a smile. ‘‘I knew you’d be pretty, but I had no idea you’d be perfect.’’
Alex glanced down and saw how her pale breasts gleamed. Her throat tightened as she watched as well as felt his hands cup her curves, then stroke her skin. Without knowing why she did it, she found herself moving her hips back and forth, brushing her center against his hardness. Mitch groaned.
‘‘Put your shirt back on,’’ he said.
‘‘What?’’
He picked up the garment and held it out to her. ‘‘Just slip it on, but keep it open in front. I want to see you and touch you, but wearein the front seat of my truck. I don’t want you flashing the world.’’
She’d forgotten that they were out in the open, where anyone might see them. ‘‘Thank you,’’ she whispered, then pulled her shirt on over her arms and shoulders, leaving the fabric gaping in front.
He bent forward and kissed between her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in his thick brown hair. When his mouth closed over one nipple, she arched into him and had to bite back the scream forming low in her throat. Was it really supposed to be like this? Was making love so incredibly wonderful?
‘‘Do you like that?’’ he asked.
‘‘Oh, yes.’’ She barely breathed the words. ‘‘Don’t stop.’’
He chuckled against her skin. Warm puffs of air that made her rock her hips faster. She noticed a tension building inside of her. Low in her stomach, and in her legs. It was heavy and tight at the same time. Something was happening, but she didn’t understand what.
‘‘I’m not going to go all the way,’’ he said quietly. ‘‘But I do want to touch you.’’
Alex couldn’t figure out what he meant. Hewastouching her. She didn’t want him to ever stop. She moved her hips slightly, trying to find a different position as she rubbed against him. One that would—
She felt his fingers at the waistband of her jeans and she froze. When he’d said touch her, had he meantthere?They couldn’t—she couldn’t. Except she wanted him to. She wanted to feel…something, although she couldn’t say what.
Then, before she could figure out how to tell him she was nervous and afraid and not too sure about all of this, he’d lowered the zipper and started tugging on her jeans.
‘‘You want me to take them off?’’ she asked, hoping she didn’t sound as shocked as she felt.
‘‘That’s the general idea.’’
‘‘But I’ll be naked.’’
He flashed her a grin. ‘‘You’ll still have your shirt on.’’ The smile faded. ‘‘I meant what I said, Alex. I won’t go any further, but I do want to touch you. All of you.’’
She thought about how wonderful it had felt when he’d stroked and kissed her breasts. Was what he planned to do better than that? Was that possible? She found herself very interested in finding out.
So, in the middle of Arizona, in the front seat of a man’s truck, Princess Alexandra of Wynborough pulled off her jeans and panties. Her parents would have died from the shock, she thought as she shivered in the cool night air.Shemight die from the shock.
Mitch’s breath came out in a long hiss when she tossed her clothing aside and once again straddled him. ‘‘I can’t tell you how much I want you,’’ he breathed. ‘‘You’re so beautiful and so sexy.’’
She’d never felt sexy before, not even once. She thought she was attractive, but no man had ever found himself swept away by her charms.
‘‘Really?’’
‘‘Oh, yeah. There’s a better-than-even chance that you’re going to make me embarrass myself.’’
She wanted to ask how, but before she could, he put his hands on her thighs.
He was warm and sure as he touched her. The tension inside of her doubled then tripled as he slid up toward her most central place. Her breathing increased. She wanted to shriek and run away. She wanted to beg him to hurry. She settled on kissing him deeply.
As her tongue slipped into his mouth, she felt his thumbs sweep up her inner thighs. Her body tensed. Then a single finger slipped between the curls and stroked her. She’d thought she might feel invaded or violated, but instead it was exactly right. Mitch moved slowly, discovering her, just as she discovered what it felt like to have a man exploring her secret place. He moved back and forth, then side to side, touching, teasing, making her tense and shudder and squeak.
With his other hand he reached around and rubbed her fanny. The combination of attention made her hips pulse in little thrusting movements. When he slowly inserted a finger inside of her, she found herself sinking lower, wanting him deeper. He moved in and out in a rhythm that matched her own frantic movements. Then he pressed his thumb into the swollen folds of her flesh, searching, probing, touching until he found a single spot that made her gasp.
