replacing the cloth, lightly tracing a path down his jawline. His cheeks were a little bristly, but the rough texture of his beard stubble wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it made me a bit goose bumpy. “You’re not perfect either, in case you were wondering.”
“I wasn’t,” he said softly as I followed the line of hisjaw to his chin. More bristles, but better than that, his lips were directly above. Alex shifted slightly and pulled the bag of ice cream off his eye, dropping it onto his chest. I took the half-closed lids and darkening eyes to indicate interest, so I brushed my fingers over his lips. They were warm, so very warm, and parted just slightly so I could feel his breath steam softly on my fingertips. I traced the seductive curve of his bottom lip, outlined the soft lines of his upper lip, and with my stomach tensing and my breath caught in my throat, let my finger sweep across the long length of his sensitive mouth.
“You aren’t what?” I asked, forgetting what it was we were talking about.
Halfway across his lips he opened his mouth slightly, allowing my finger to slip inside. My stomach twisted into a tight little coil as he sucked my finger in deeper, his tongue a little rough, but hot and wet and wonderful, and doing things I never thought could start little fires all over my body, but damned if it didn’t! The coil inside me tightened even further when he gently bit the pad of my finger, making me shiver with desire, building a pressure inside me that cried out to be satisfied. His lovely green eyes went completely black as I leaned forward, intent on replacing my finger with my mouth. His right hand swept me forward suddenly, pulling me down across his chest, our lips a hairbreadth apart.
“Alix,” he said in that sexy, almost hoarse voice that pushed the pressure inside me even higher. I breathed in his scent and felt myself melt against him as his hand brushed down my back, over my hip, and started up my ribcage. I stopped breathing altogether when he paused at the underside of my breast.
“Yes?” I let my breasts rub against his chest, feelingmy nipples tighten and swell, watching his eyes fill with hunger, knowing that my own reflected my longing. I flicked my tongue and tasted the edge of his mouth just as his hand moved upward and cupped my left breast, palming it and squeezing ever so slightly. Passion so hot it felt icy cold washed over me, down my chest, down further toward the core of me, sending the pressure inside spiraling out of control. I slid my hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and around the back of his head just as I pressed closer to taste all of his mouth. His lips parted as mine just touched his.
“Dammit!” I jerked back, looking down at myself, over to his chest, then up to his eyes. He looked slightly red, and very annoyed.
“I apologize. I should not have taken advantage of you like—”
“The ice cream’s melted,” I said, heedless of both manners and the thrill his thickened voice sent racing through me. I looked down to my chest. The upper slopes of my boobs and the bodice of my lovely red dress were tan and white with gooey ice cream. “There must be a hole in the bag. It’s all over you, too. I hope that wasn’t an expensive suit.”
He closed both eyes. “It was. Very expensive.”
“Shit.”
“My sentiments exactly.”
Chapter Four
Lady Rowena gazed across the crowded ballroom, her heart fluttering madly just as a dove would should it be confined in a rounded, breast-shaped cage. She gasped in horror and clutched her throat as she watched Sir Thomas Cholmondley-Featherstonehough, Bart., stride toward her beloved Raoul. The latter was standing negligently within a circle of young bucks, carelessly sipping from a flute of champagne, his dark eyes flashing around the room, his exquisitely handsome face showing disdain, boredom, and a soupçon of hauteur that belied his noble lineage. Rowena fluttered her dainty lace hanky at him as he
“I wasn’t,” he said softly as I followed the line of hisjaw to his chin. More bristles, but better than that, his lips were directly above. Alex shifted slightly and pulled the bag of ice cream off his eye, dropping it onto his chest. I took the half-closed lids and darkening eyes to indicate interest, so I brushed my fingers over his lips. They were warm, so very warm, and parted just slightly so I could feel his breath steam softly on my fingertips. I traced the seductive curve of his bottom lip, outlined the soft lines of his upper lip, and with my stomach tensing and my breath caught in my throat, let my finger sweep across the long length of his sensitive mouth.
“You aren’t what?” I asked, forgetting what it was we were talking about.
Halfway across his lips he opened his mouth slightly, allowing my finger to slip inside. My stomach twisted into a tight little coil as he sucked my finger in deeper, his tongue a little rough, but hot and wet and wonderful, and doing things I never thought could start little fires all over my body, but damned if it didn’t! The coil inside me tightened even further when he gently bit the pad of my finger, making me shiver with desire, building a pressure inside me that cried out to be satisfied. His lovely green eyes went completely black as I leaned forward, intent on replacing my finger with my mouth. His right hand swept me forward suddenly, pulling me down across his chest, our lips a hairbreadth apart.
“Alix,” he said in that sexy, almost hoarse voice that pushed the pressure inside me even higher. I breathed in his scent and felt myself melt against him as his hand brushed down my back, over my hip, and started up my ribcage. I stopped breathing altogether when he paused at the underside of my breast.
“Yes?” I let my breasts rub against his chest, feelingmy nipples tighten and swell, watching his eyes fill with hunger, knowing that my own reflected my longing. I flicked my tongue and tasted the edge of his mouth just as his hand moved upward and cupped my left breast, palming it and squeezing ever so slightly. Passion so hot it felt icy cold washed over me, down my chest, down further toward the core of me, sending the pressure inside spiraling out of control. I slid my hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and around the back of his head just as I pressed closer to taste all of his mouth. His lips parted as mine just touched his.
“Dammit!” I jerked back, looking down at myself, over to his chest, then up to his eyes. He looked slightly red, and very annoyed.
“I apologize. I should not have taken advantage of you like—”
“The ice cream’s melted,” I said, heedless of both manners and the thrill his thickened voice sent racing through me. I looked down to my chest. The upper slopes of my boobs and the bodice of my lovely red dress were tan and white with gooey ice cream. “There must be a hole in the bag. It’s all over you, too. I hope that wasn’t an expensive suit.”
He closed both eyes. “It was. Very expensive.”
“Shit.”
“My sentiments exactly.”
Chapter Four
Lady Rowena gazed across the crowded ballroom, her heart fluttering madly just as a dove would should it be confined in a rounded, breast-shaped cage. She gasped in horror and clutched her throat as she watched Sir Thomas Cholmondley-Featherstonehough, Bart., stride toward her beloved Raoul. The latter was standing negligently within a circle of young bucks, carelessly sipping from a flute of champagne, his dark eyes flashing around the room, his exquisitely handsome face showing disdain, boredom, and a soupçon of hauteur that belied his noble lineage. Rowena fluttered her dainty lace hanky at him as he
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