One Night of Sin by Gaelen Foley Page B

in climbing ecstasy.
    “Take this off.” His order was taut, rugged. He pulled at one sleeve of the dressing gown. She was quick to obey, sliding her arm out of it and letting the luxurious garment whisper down onto the mattress behind her in a pool of blue silk.
    Alec’s fiery stare devoured her nakedness. “God, Becky,” he ground out. “You are . . . just what I’ve needed so badly, so long.”
    “Am I?” she breathed.
    He nodded with a wicked glance, and moved atop her. Becky abandoned herself to kissing him, savoring that gorgeous mouth, but he left her lips after a moment, moving lower. Much lower.
    Not an inch of her body did he leave unexplored—the delicate skin in the fold of her elbow, the little notch at the base of her throat, the bend of her knee, the gentle slope of her foot, the soft curves of her inner thighs, and her breasts, which seemed designed for his cupped palm. He studied and learned every curve with an intimate mastery.
    Her pulse was pounding, her back arching under his touch; she drew in her breath in delight when he laid his middle fingertip on the hardened jewel of her womanly center. She had not known that this was what she needed until he stroked her.
    “So wet for me,” he whispered, sliding his fingers inside her. She moaned in sweet anguish, bringing her hands up to her breasts as he pleasured her. “May I?” he asked huskily. She gasped his name in helpless hunger. Her chest heaved as he lowered his head, her nipples swelling eagerly as his lips approached, but rogue that he was, he played with her a bit, driving her mad. He blew gently on each turgid crest before he gave her the relief of his warm, hungry mouth.
    She ran her fingers through his golden hair while he suckled hard, his hand stroking deeply between her thighs.
“Oh, Alec, Alec.”
She gripped his broad shoulders and tipped her head back in delight as he flicked little rings around her nipple with the tip of his tongue.
    “You had better not come yet,” he warned in a velvet murmur, denying her his hand as he moved up to kiss her neck.
    She wasn’t sure what that signified, but she was happy to let the man do to her whatever he fancied. If this was ruin, she had no use for respectability.
    Alec eased down onto her, settling heavily between her thighs. She trembled with yearning as she clung to him, moaning a little at the depth and urgency of his kiss. Her hips rose with a shocking will of their own, caressing his giant hardness through the single layer of his clothing. He groaned with pleasure at that, and so she did it again, and he responded with a wild kiss, gently grasping her nape beneath the soft mass of her hair.
    He drove his pelvis hungrily against hers as their tongues mated, their kiss ever deepening. She smoothed his silky forelock, which fell forward in his eyes, all the while intoxicated by the kid-leather softness of his supple, muscular chest against her. The hands with which she touched him, the body she pressed against him, every inch of her exalted with heightened sensitivity.
    “Lie back for me, Becky.” Quivering like a lusty stallion, he nuzzled her fevered brow. “I want you now. I need to be inside you.”
    She pulled back a small space and looked into his eyes. In the candlelight, they had darkened to the brooding blue of sapphire seas. She knew the time had come.
    “You will be gentle with me, Alec?” she whispered, petting his hair.
    “Of course I will, sweeting. Of course I will.” He cupped her face in his hand, the pad of his thumb caressing the corner of her mouth, as he offered another kiss of drugging depth and patient solicitude.
    As his kiss eased her worries, he laid her back slowly on the bed, staring into her eyes. The blue robe was still unfurled beneath her.
    She had one final chance to change her mind when he reached over to fetch something from a trifle-box on the candle stand, but perhaps, at heart, she was as much a gambler as he, for she let the moment come