One Night of Sin by Gaelen Foley

he thought as his right hand ventured under blue silk, exploring the juicy thigh that hugged his hip.
    He had never taken a mistress of his own before. Surrounded all his life by more women than he knew what to do with, there had never been any need. But she was different, he mused, shuddering at the unbearable softness of her skin. So eager, so sweet. The gentle way she stroked his belly was driving him insane. The delicious heat of her body called to his blood like a siren’s song.
    Half maddened by her position astride him, her legs spread, the humid warmth of her core permeating his groin and teasing his ferocious erection, he could think of nothing else but parting that dressing gown and taking her right there on the dining table.
    “Darling?” he panted, finally finding the strength to break their kiss.
    “Alec,” she answered breathlessly.
    The way she moaned his name made him smile. He hadn’t even really started pleasuring her yet. He cupped her lovely face between his hands, relishing the sight of her like this, utterly aroused for him, her violet eyes smoldering, heavy-lidded with desire, her cheeks aglow with passion’s flush. It seemed he had finally succeeded in warming her up. The girl was on fire. His pride swelled, along with other regions of his anatomy.
    The dressing gown he’d lent her had come loose in a deep V that ended at her navel. He trailed his fingertip down the center. She flinched with want, her chest heaving under his light caress. “Becky,” he whispered slowly.
    “Yes?”
    “Shall we go to bed?” When he reached her navel, his touch traveled back up her bare flat midriff again, but he veered off to the right at her chest and ran his fingertip up along the lower curve of her breast, moving with exquisite slowness over the pebble-firm point of her erect nipple.
    She gasped and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, her inhibitions lowered by champagne. Encouraged, he squeezed her nipple gently between forefinger and thumb, and licked his lips at her sigh of delight, half ready to explode before he even got inside her.
    “Becky?”
    “What?” she murmured dreamily.
    “I need you, kitten. Come to bed and love me.”
    “Alec,” she groaned again.
    “Please.”
     
    He was the living, breathing definition of irresistible.
    His kisses had made her more drunk than the fancy French champagne, she thought, insofar as she could string a thought together. She felt the massive readiness of his body throbbing with insistent demand against her pelvis, and did not suppose a refusal at this late juncture would have been very well received. She was not sure that she was capable of uttering one, anyway.
    She was lost and drowning in the deep blue ocean of his eyes, and it was wonderful. Any threat from Mikhail seemed naught but a bad dream. She had gone to the Blessed Isles with Alec.
    She may have begun this night with calculation, but now there was only the honeyed sweetness of his gaze and the fierce primal need he had awakened in her.
    This moment might be her last chance to change her mind, but his powers of persuasion were too great for her to withstand.
    It was all over when he started kissing her earlobe, whispering to her. “You’re so different, Becky. So beautiful. So soft.” His fingers still flirted with her nipple while his other hand cupped her head, his thumb caressing her jugular.
    With his mouth’s warm caress at her ear, she closed her eyes and bent her head, kissing his broad shoulder. His skin was bronzed velveteen beneath her lips. When she tasted him with the tip of her tongue, he quivered. She grew intoxicated by her power to make him respond to her touch in the same way that she responded to his. Aye, whatever mysteries lay in store for her in that other room, she wanted her initiation to be with him.
    And she wanted it now.
    She slid her palms slowly up his muscled biceps to his shoulders, then wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. “Make love to