Heaven Sent the Wrong One by VJ Dunraven Page A

shadows.
    "U-hum," he murmured, planting a kiss on her shoulder.
    He spared not a fleeting look at the vista outside. She was his idea of what was beautiful—he need not focus his attention anywhere else.
    "D-do you always do that?" Her voice gained a slight tremor as he grazed his lips along her shoulder to the side of her neck.
    "Do what?" He nuzzled the sensitive skin behind her ear.
    "Talk in monosyllables or in single words. I noticed you do that often," she tilted her head to one side, giving him better access.
    "U-hum." He nipped her earlobe lightly.
    "Andrew," she said his name with a gasp.
    "Hmm?" He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled its scent.
    "Y-you're doing it again," she said in a strangled tone, sighing as he began to pluck the pins in her hair with his teeth, letting them drop on the carpeted floor.
    "U-hum." He watched in fascination as the heavy mass of dark hair fell all the way down to her hips.
    "Andrew," she uttered a little more sternly, glancing over her shoulder at him.
    He chuckled. Her attempt to distract him with insignificant conversation only made it more evident how nervous she was. "Single words, monosyllables —doesn't mean I'm not interested." He slid his hands upwards from her waist and cupped her breasts.
    She literally jumped , flinging restraining hands over his.
    "Relax." He acquiesced, releasing the delicious mounds he longed to suckle, turning her slowly by the shoulders to face him. "You, my love —talk too much."
    "I —I don't know what do," she said, sheepishly. For all her outward mettle, he could tell—this was a subject where she truly was inexperienced. She was excited—no doubt—but she was also a bit embarrassed and afraid.
    He tilted her chin and looked into he r eyes. "Trust me."
     
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    Alexandra recognized the mastery hidden beneath his angelic countenance. The underlying devilishness she had always sensed about him had resurfaced , and somehow, it made him more desirable—more irresistible. She drew a shaky breath, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. "I trust you," she whispered, consigning her fate in the hands of Lucifer.
    Then, he was kissing her, probing her mouth with his tongue, urging her to surrender herself to his care.
    And she did. Welcomed the intrusion, drowned herself in his insistent caresses, accepted his masterful persuasion. He tasted of strawberries and wine, sweet yet intoxicating, forbidden yet temptingly divine.
    He swooped her in his arms and sat her on the edge of the massive bed. Before she c ould even utter a single word of protest, he'd swiftly disposed of her stockings and shoes, and was now halfway down the buttons at the back of her gown. In the next minute, he'd divested her of her dress and corset, followed by her chemise and drawers.
    Al exandra fought the hysteria rolling in her tummy. He was a man of few words and he certainly did not dawdle. She covered her breasts with her hands and squeezed her thighs tightly together, embarrassed to the roots of her hair as he dropped to his knees on the carpet, inspecting what he had unclothed.
    "Open," he said in a low growl, placing his hands on her knees and pushing her legs apart.
    Alexandra shuddered. He uttered a single word—and it was a command. What had happened to her Andrew with the laughing eyes and sweet be-dimpled smile? Who was this wild, snarling, lusty, domineering man? She clamped her thighs tighter.
    "Anna," the admonition in his eyes sent shivers down her spine.
    She swallowed. What should she say to him? Please Sir, I'm the oldest virgin in England, —can you please slow down?
    "Open," he repeated in a voice that sounded more ominous than before.
    Alexandra gnawed on her bottom lip. He had made his intentions as clear as a summer day—he would not be denied. She eased the tension in her thighs.
    He parted her legs and plastered his eyes at the thatch of dark curls no man had ever gazed upon.
    She gritted her teeth in embarrassment and averted her face.