Lady Alexandra's Lover (5 page)

A
melia
, Christophe left me tongue-tied. I needed him so badly at that moment. My quim was pulsing faster than my heart. But instead, he pulled up his britches and buttoned them, hiding from my view the glory of his manhood.

“Sir, you said—”

“Worry not, my lady.” He pulled a watch out of his pocket and looked upon it. “Your reward should be arriving—”

A knock on the parlor door interrupted him. With luck, we were no longer in dishabille. I strode to the door and unlocked it. Auntie’s butler, Jensen, stood outside.

“My lady, a Mr. Joshua Peck to see you?”

“I’m afraid I’m not acquainted with such a gentleman, Jensen.”

Christophe strode toward me. “Mr. Peck is a colleague of mine, sir. I’ve asked him to sit in on Lady Prudence’s lesson.”

“Very well, if it’s all right with Lady Prudence?”

I had no idea what to expect, but I nodded. Somehow, my reward was wrapped up in this newcomer. I hoped he was as pleasing to the eye as Christophe.

Oh, was he! Light where Christophe was dark, Mr. Peck had silvery-blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. Slightly taller than his friend, Peck strode in with purpose, his rugged musculature apparent beneath his street clothes.

“Mr. Joshua Peck,” Jensen announced, and then closed the door behind him.

I turned the key in the lock once more and faced the two men.

“Lady Prudence, this is my good friend, Mr. Joshua Peck. Josh, Lady Prudence Spofford.”

“I’m charmed.” Joshua took my hand and brushed his lips lightly over it.

“Lady Prudence has the sweetest cunny I’ve tasted in quite some time,” Christophe said, “and she’s quite good at sucking cock, as well.”

I warmed all over, Amelia. Such bold words! They made me tingle, and flutters coursed through my body, landing between my legs.

Joshua raked his blue gaze over me, and I could swear he could see me nude beneath my garments.

“I’m delighted to hear that, old chap,” Joshua said. “I hope you two will allow me to join in your festivities.”

“That is why I invited you”—Christophe bowed to me—“if the lady will allow it?”

I couldn’t wait to find out what they had in mind…

A
lly shocked even
herself when the words escaped her lips. She’d been bold enough asking if he’d seen her breasts, and his blushing and stammering convinced her that he had. The thought excited her, and her nipples rubbed against the soft linen, longing for…something. She wasn’t quite sure what.

Oh, no use lying to herself. She was quite sure what she longed for. His mouth on her nipples, sucking, kissing…

She’d kissed two men in her life—Theodore Wentworth, who was a slobbering fool, and Mr. Landon, whose kisses were much more acceptable. Other than some lovely nibbles to her exposed décolleté above her gown, that was as far as she’d gone. She had every intention of sleeping with him and trapping him into marriage, but if she could get some experience first, she’d be better able to satisfy him and make sure he could never live without her. She’d done her share of reading, and Lily and Rose had been forthcoming about their experiences, but all Ally knew was theory. No practice.

Who better to teach her than this fine-looking man before her? In truth, he was finer than Mr. Landon. He was nearly as fine as men came with his large muscular build and artist’s dream facial features. She burned when he looked at her with those blazing brown eyes.

Evan cleared his throat. “You want me to kiss you?”

She swallowed, nodding. “Yes.” Her voice was not much more than a whisper.

“Alexandra, that would not be proper.”

“Why on earth not?”

“Well, you’re my stepsister, for one.”

“Who cares? We’re not related, and we only just met a few months ago. It’s not like we grew up thinking of each other as brother and sister. A couple of months ago, you could have just as easily been courting me as much as Rose. Would you kiss me if our parents hadn’t rediscovered each other a month ago?”

“That’s another question…”

“Oh, drat it all!” Ally was growing weary of the stupid rules to this stupid game. “Are you going to kiss me or not?”

“I will not. This game is over.”

Ally’s insides churned. The hell it was! “I’ve answered all of your questions, Evan, truthfully. Even the ones I wasn’t thrilled to answer, which is more than you’ve done. You’re not being fair.”

“Why would you want to kiss me?” he asked, his voice cracking.

Those words slammed into her. What could she say? She couldn’t very well tell him she wanted to practice for her seduction of Mr. Landon. Then again, why not? That was much more acceptable than telling him she found him an utterly splendid specimen, which she did.

“Practice,” she said.

“Something tells me you’ve had plenty of practice.”

Rage boiled inside her veins. Who did he think he was? And only minutes ago he’d accused her of not having nearly the experience she’d like him to think she did. “I do not see why you feel the need to insult me.”

“You insulted me. You asked if I’d visited a brothel. If I’d looked at your…”

“My breasts, Evan. They’re right here, in front of you, covered only by thin linen. And I didn’t ask if you’d deliberately looked at them. I asked if you’d seen them.” She strode back to her chair and sat.

“You are a handful, Alexandra,” he said.

“You have no idea.” She let out a sigh. “I suppose this game is over. I guess I should have expected as much from you. You’re nothing but a coward, after all.”

She jumped when he pounded his fist on the table.

“No one calls me a coward and lives to tell about it.”

“Oh? Is that a threat?”

“Not a threat, only a fact. You stand there, high and mighty with only linen covering your ample charms. Do you think it’s easy for a man to resist you? Most others would have torn those rags off of you by now and taken what you’re flaunting whether you wanted to give it or not. I’ll not be called a coward for being a gentleman. It’s not fair.” He stood. “I ought to take you right here, right now, right in that bed we shared last night. It would show you.”

Her whole body tingled, her blood turning to hot ambrosia. She shouldn’t taunt him. She knew she shouldn’t. But something fueled the desire budding within her.

“You wouldn’t, Evan. You’re too much of a gentleman, as you said.”

He moved closer to her.

She gulped. His arousal was apparent under the linen, jutting forward as if at attention. He wanted her. She’d never seen the male anatomy in person, but she’d done her share of reading illicit literature. He was ready. And by God, so was she.

“Do not take this any further, Alexandra,” he warned, his eyes ablaze, “or you
will
be sorry.”

Oh, she’d never be sorry. Her passion grew as the tickle between her legs became unbearable. To have him, to truly have him…this beautiful man…

“All I asked for was a kiss,” she said softly.

“You want a kiss?” He forced her to her feet.

“Y-Yes.”

He crushed his mouth to hers.

Ally never considered refusing. She was petrified, no doubt, but she wanted this. His lips were warm and unexpectedly soft. He nibbled at her mouth and enticed her lips to open.

And then—she was lost. Wentworth’s kiss had been disgusting, Mr. Landon’s enjoyable, but this—this was something new entirely. As Evan’s tongue swirled around hers, her legs trembled beneath her. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her closer. How she ached to drive into him, to deepen the kiss, but fear overrode her desire. Perhaps she wasn’t as ready for marital relations as she’d thought.

She pulled away.

But his strength was unmatched. “Kiss me back, Alexandra,” he whispered against her chin. “You wanted this, and now so do I.”

Lord. Her knees weakened, and she nearly collapsed in a puddle on the dusty wooden floor. Her toga had loosened, and only time would tell how soon her body would be exposed. She no longer had any will to resist. She wanted this man. Evan Xavier. The most amazing man she’d ever laid eyes on. And he wanted
her
.

He cupped both of her cheeks and gazed into her eyes. “Please.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “What have we started?”

He smiled. “I don’t know, sweet, but I really want to finish it.” He lowered his lips to hers once again.

As their tongues tangled together, she slid her hands upward, his muscular arms and shoulders sleek and hard under her fingertips. She toyed with the roughness of his night beard, the strength of his jawline.

Her breasts crushed against his chest, her nipples rubbing against something soft, creating friction. Pleasure surged through her. Lord! Her linen had fallen, and they were crushed together—bare chest to bare chest!

Her nipples tightened into hard nubs.

He trailed his lips across her cheek, down her neck, and to her ear, tracing it with his tongue, nipping the soft lobe. “My God, you’re lovely.”

She let out a soft breath. His words tantalized her, plummeted straight to her core, filling her with passion and longing.

“You smell like juicy berries,” he said. “Lord, you are driving me mad.” He inhaled as he kissed her cheek, her neck.

His erection pressed into her belly, hard and enticing. Boldly, she grasped it with her right hand.

Evan gasped. “Alexandra…”

“Ally. Please.”

He gazed into her eyes. “No. Alexandra. It fits you. It’s beautiful, just like you are.”

And suddenly her hated name became beautiful. It was no longer her father’s middle name, but her own special name. Evan had made it her own. She would never forget him for that.

Under his appreciative gaze, she was Alexandra, and she felt beautiful. She let go of his erection and clasped her arms around his neck, her lips finding his. She kissed him with all the beauty, desire, and gratitude surging through her at that moment.

Unrestrained passion took her over, and she thrust her hips against him, the strength of his arousal apparent against her belly. She imagined him inside her, filling her, pleasuring her with that muscular body. She had never wanted Mr. Landon or anyone else like this. Her fear abated, she ached only for completion with Evan.

He broke away. “This isn’t right,” he said.

Her heart lurched. “How can this not be right?” She cupped his cheek. “Evan, I’m feeling so…so…”

“I know. As am I. But I can’t violate you in this way.”

“Who says you’re violating me? I’m a willing participant.”

“God, I want you so much.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “But—”

“Have you thought about what might happen if no one finds us?”

He stepped back slightly. “What? Where is this coming from? As soon as the rain abates, I’m going for help. I thought you wanted to come with me.”

“Evan, the rain hasn’t subsided in over twenty-four hours. We’ve no food, no provisions. What if—” Oh, it was too terrible to think of… “What if this is all we have? This…
thing
between us? Ever?”

He curved his lips upward. “You’re being a bit melodramatic, I’d say.”

She smiled back at him. “Melodramatic? Or persuasive?”

“Lord, how am I supposed to resist you?”

“Perhaps you’re not supposed to.” She tangled her fingers in his unruly tresses. “Please, Evan. Show me the ways of love. Teach me…”

He clamped his mouth on hers, taking her to new heights with a gut-wrenching kiss. They kissed frantically, desperately, as though the world were ending. When he finally broke off and they both inhaled, he cupped her breasts in both his large hands.

“So beautiful,” he said. “Lovely nipples, Alexandra. Tell me, has anyone touched them before?”

“Only me.” She clasped a hand to her mouth. “Oh!”

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweet. The thought of you touching yourself arouses me.” He thumbed both of her erect nubs.

Chills coursed through her, and she squeezed her thighs together. “Please, Evan.” She wanted his mouth on her nipples, but she didn’t know how to ask for it.

But he knew. He lowered his head and took one nipple between his full pink lips.

Ally nearly shattered.

Oh, how he knew how to pleasure her! This small contact with him excited her more than all the thoughts of bedding Mr. Landon had. That was to serve a purpose. This, with Evan, was purely for physical satisfaction.

And she had no doubt that she’d be satisfied in the end.

He twirled his tongue around her nipple and gently sucked it, tugging lightly. His fingers found the other one and circled it. Her areola puckered at his touch, and when he lightly pinched the nipple, she nearly lost her footing.

“So lovely,” he said against her breast. “You are beautiful, Alexandra.” He rose and gazed into her eyes.

“Oh, so are you,” she said, her breathing unsteady. She slid her hands down his arms to his waist, where the toga still covered him. “Please. Let me see you.” She whisked the sheet away, and it fell to the floor in a white heap.

His cock stood straight out, beautiful and majestic, springing from a patch of light brown curls. She fought the urge to reach for it.

“Do I pass muster?” he asked.

“Oh my, yes.”

He reached between her legs. “I bet you’re beautiful down here too.”

She weakened, and her core pulsed rapidly. His words nearly sent her into oblivion. She’d experienced climax before, at her own hand, but to actually have a splendid man make her feel that way…

In one quick movement, he lifted her and carried her to the bed, gently laying her down.

“Spread your legs for me, sweet,” he said.

No hesitation at all. She was ready. She spread her thighs and let him gaze upon her most private parts.

“Yes, beautiful. So pink and wet.” He stroked her moist folds, spreading her juices over her vulva.

“My God, Evan.” She leaned back into the limp pillow, her head sinking into nothingness.

He continued to stroke her, and in the next moment, one of his long thick fingers filled her channel.

“Oh!”

“I’m sorry. Does that hurt?”

“God, no. It’s wonderful.”

“Mmm, yes, it is.” Slowly he moved the finger in and out of her, creating a delicious wave of friction and wanting.

“Taste me, please, Evan. I must feel your mouth on that…part of me.”

She closed her eyes, and soon his soft lips grazed the insides of her thigh, his stubble delicately scratching her. He licked her folds—oh, the sensation!—and thrust his tongue into her entrance. Had anything ever felt so heavenly? Not in this lifetime. Nor would it ever, Ally was certain.

“Oh my!”

His fingers were on her nipple, tugging and pinching.

Pure bliss! The actual act couldn’t possibly be any better than this.

Evan found the tight nub of her sex and licked it, still fingering her, until she writhed on the ragged comforter.

“Yes, yes!” she cried, as she exploded into climax, flying, soaring…

He continued to finger her, softly and gently, through the waves of euphoria. When she finally opened her eyes, his dark gaze was upon her.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?”

She warmed under his admiration. She never imagined she’d feel the most beautiful in her life with her legs spread and a man’s finger inside her.

She reached for him and he came to her, lying next to her and embracing her.

“Please, Evan,” she said.

“Please, what?”

“Please…make love to me.”