Alec's Royal Assignment (Man On A Mission Book 3) by Amelia Autin Page B

when he bent and removed his ankle holster, which she also took from him and put down beside his primary gun. When she turned back, he’d already stripped off his tie and was unbuttoning his shirt from the top down, but he wasn’t going fast enough for Angelina. She tugged his shirttails out and began unbuttoning from the bottom up. When their hands met in the middle, Alec laughed softly, and after a second, she did, too.
    His shirt disappeared, and for some reason, Angelina couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Unlike her one and only other lover, Alec’s chest was smooth, nearly hairless, but tanned. She’d already noted he didn’t have the milky complexion and freckles that usually accompanied red hair, and now she saw his tan extended...everywhere. At least, everywhere she could see so far.
    She flexed her hands and placed them on his chest. Tentatively at first, but gaining courage for a bolder approach, she stroked and kneaded, feeling his muscles bunch and tighten under her ministrations. “You have a beautiful chest,” she told him, laughing a little under her breath. “I cannot seem to stop touching it.”
    Her words—or was it her touch?—seemed to have a powerful effect on him, because he tensed and his nipples beaded. Then his hands were on the belt of her robe, tugging impatiently at the knot she’d tied so securely. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he told her, the hard edge to his tone letting her know
exactly
what she was doing to him. It was a heady feeling.
    The knot gave way finally. Her robe fell open and he pushed it off her completely, letting it drop to the floor in an untidy heap. Then his hands were doing to her what she was doing to him, and—
Oh God,
she thought as she tried to drag in enough air to survive, because his caresses were robbing her of every normal function. Desperate for more—more of everything, more of
Alec
—she fumbled with his belt, but he forestalled her there, too, unbuckling, unzipping, heeling off his shoes, stripping off his pants until he stood naked before her. Strong. Erect. Impossibly aroused.
    The throbbing between Angelina’s legs grew more intense, making her fully aware of her own needs for the first time in nearly forever. She tried to drag Alec down onto the sofa with her, but he shook his head. “I’ll be damned if our first time is going to be on a sofa,” he said roughly. “And it’s not going to be quick.” He cupped her face in his hands and captured her lips, luring her tongue with his. He finally let her go when she whimpered with need, and he whispered, “Hell no, Angel. This is going to take all night.”
    All night. The words swirled in her mind, one word chasing after the other.
All. Night. All. Night. All. Night.
Wasn’t that what she wanted? One night to forget not only what she didn’t want to remember, but that she wasn’t free the way most women were free? One night to let herself experience everything Alec offered? Every touch. Every taste. Every sensation. One whole night—or what was left of it—to live the fantasy.
    “Yes, please.” Was that her voice? That soft, yielding,
feminine
sound?
    She’d thought her meek acquiescence would make him happy, but she was wrong. His face hardened until the bones stood out, and the sudden intensity in his expression made her eyes shift under his. He caught her chin with one hand and forced her to look at him. “I’m going to please you, Angel,” he said softly but implacably. “I’m going to please you until you scream my name. And you’re going to please me...until
I
scream
your
name. That’s the only way this is going to work between us. You’re going to tell me what you like...every step of the way. You’re going to tell me what you want. And I’ll do the same for you. And when we’re done, we’ll start all over again. And again. And again. Until neither of us can take any more.”
    Angelina shivered and her nipples tightened unbearably as she realized Alec