Heirs Book Two: American Lady by Elleby Harper Page B

Cassidy? I promised
that we could be alone at last. No family. No servants. No phones.
Just you and me together for the night?”
    “Yes, please.”
    He leant forward to hear the words she was
barely able to breathe. He pushed back his chair, waving away the
maître d’ and pulling her up out of her chair at the same time. “I
have a room booked.”
    Maixent whisked her upstairs to a tiny
bedroom in the inn and as he closed the door behind them, she
suddenly felt overcome with shyness. He advanced towards her and
cautiously took hold of her hands, placing them on his chest. Under
her palms she could hear the speeding tattoo of his heart.
    “You see, I’m nervous too,” he whispered,
his eyes clinging to hers. “I don’t want you just for tonight.
These past four days, you’ve brought my life something I never had
before. Something I didn’t even know I wanted.” There was a rawness
to his voice that cut Charley’s heart, yet his sincerity wrapped
her in a warm glow of tenderness. His words were like an offering
of newly minted pennies that had never been circulated and she
truly believed that this was a new experience for him. “But now
that I’ve experienced being with you I don’t want to lose that. I
don’t want to lose you from my life.”
    Was that a hint of terror in his eyes? Was
it because he was waiting for her to say something? But she was too
absorbed in handling the emotions his words had triggered. These
past few days had been an incredibly intense experience for her
too. Her own world had fallen away, dissolving into his. But was
she ready for such intensity? Four months ago, which seemed like an
infinity ago, she had been living with another man, prepared to
spend her life with Dan, her bitterly resentful boyfriend who had
simultaneously used and despised her family connections. Maixent
was as different from Dan as misery to happiness. The switch was so
monumental that she wasn’t sure she had begun to process her
extreme feelings.
    “Say something,” he finally pleaded, tension
quilting his strong jawline.
    “Something,” she joked weakly.
    He gave a mock growl. “Preferably something
I’d like to hear,” he scolded smilingly. “Have I scared you
totally?”
    “I’m scaring myself with how intensely close
to you I feel,” she murmured, unable to release his eyes which were
now bright and excited. Their burning desire turned the heat up on
her own simmering urges. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry with
expectation, her heartbeat racing to keep pace with his. Thank God
she had brought those birth control pills!
    He tugged her closer so they were locked in
each other’s arms. He bent his head to the side, nibbling gently on
her earlobe, his breath tickling her neck as she felt herself
slowly combust from the inside out, her desire screaming for
release.
    “I want you so bad. I have to have you now.”
Maixent’s voice was raw with need.
    He turned so their faces were nose to nose,
their panting breaths intermingled. Buttons ripped from his shirt,
bugle beads flew from her four thousand dollar dress as their
clothes were thrown to the floor and they avalanched naked onto the
mattress of a bed, hardly bigger than a single cot. Charley crushed
herself against him, feeling her breasts squash against his chest,
their legs entwined, his teeth biting and teasing her open lips,
her hands clawing at his back, his hands cupping her buttocks as he
drove himself inside her, their rythmic coupling as animalistic as
her ragged moans.
    Returning to earth, Charley felt as relaxed
as a string puppet, grinning goofily at Maixent with a satisfied
Cheshire smile. Beside her Maixent nuzzled her neck.
    “Wow,” she breathed. Never had she
experienced searing passion that couldn’t be denied. She hadn’t
even realized her body was capable of such exquisitely violent
pleasure. Sex with Maixent was a revelation. Sex with Maixent could
easily become an addiction. His eyelashes tickled her neck as