Sutton groaned in satisfaction. Heenveloped her in his arms.
Cinnamon. He smells of cinnamon. She clutched at himtighter. Her hands worked up the muscled chest and around his back to lieagainst his shoulder blades. She imagined the dragon on his back sensuouslymoving against her palms.
One large hand moved from the small ofher back to cup her breast.
An unladylike moan came from her lips.
Fingers slowly circled thenipple. He flicked the hardened peak.
A spurt of warmth rushed down between theapex of her thighs. The sensitive peak of her nipple throbbeddeliciously.
He pulled his mouth from hers. Thetip of his tongue blazed a trail up her neck to her ear, lightly skimming thelobe and laving the inside with tiny, darting strokes.
Alexandra felt taut, wild, and trapped intoo many layers of chemise and petticoats. Her entire body ached withneed, a need she didn’t understand.
Sutton pushed against her, gentle butdemanding, forcing her to bend to him. He twisted sensuously, so shecould feel the hardness of his arousal. Cool air ran across herbreasts, the skin puckering as the buttons popped on her bodice.She jumped in shock as the warmth of Sutton’s mouth closed over hernipple.
He suckled, nipping at the peak with histeeth.
Alexandra thrust her breasts up toSutton. She behaved as a wanton. Her fingers wrappedthemselves in his hair, urging him to suckle harder. All rational thoughtflew from her mind. A low moaning sounded in the closet and sherealized with astonishment the noise came from her. Boldly, Alexandranipped Sutton on the neck, tasting the cinnamon of his skin.
Sutton made a primal noise. His mouthmoved from her breast.
“No,” she begged.
“Shush.” Sutton’s large hands cradled herhead. He leaned forward.
The pad of his thumb ran over her swollenlips.
Alexandra panted lightly. Shedidn’t want him to stop.
“Alex.” Sutton carefully put his noseagainst hers, rubbing them together gently. The gesture was so intimate, soloving, she came undone.
“Sutton, please, I must tell you…..”
“Shush. Not now. Nothere. Later.”
He brought his large body down in onefluid motion, his hands around her waist. One hand strayed from her side,reaching beneath the layers of silk and petticoats to run up her leg. Hercalves tensed, the cool air of the closet a tickle against her hose.Something brushed against her thigh – his mouth
“I want to bury myself in you. Wrap yourhair around my wrist and bind you to me.” The words, possessive andsexual, flew from his lips in a harsh whisper.
The pressure between her thighsmounted. The ache intensified at his words. In the darkness it waseasy to imagine the dragon’s tail winding around her and Sutton, binding themtogether.
Warm fingers traveled to the middle ofher thigh, stopping at her garter. The other hand let go of herwaist. Taking a grasp of her skirts, he twisted them and threw the foldsof fabric over his shoulder.
“One day soon I will have you spreadbefore me,” the dark, husky voice intoned, “with your hair spillingaround you, clad in nothing but your stockings and garters. Your veryessence open to me.”
Aroused at the image his words brought tomind, Alexandra almost fainted.
His fingers glided over the thin cottonof her drawers, seeking the opening. Fingers, warm and sensual, pluckedat the fabric.
Her mound thrust against his questinghand. The warm mist of his breath scorched her drawers. He pulledthe string of his drawers gently with his teeth until they fell away.Intimately exposed, she shied in embarrassment.
“Mmm. No.” His thumb proddedat her slit, parting the folds of flesh to massage the hidden nub. Sensationsshot through her. The thumb ran back and forth over the tenderpeak.
“Oh, God,” she gasped.
One large finger slid inside her folds,inside her, while his thumb continued to put pressure on the nub.The pleasure was intense, excruciating, forbidden.
