Page 57 of Tempting the Scoundrel
Trembling, Alexandra said his name in a ragged breath, barely coherent. Then: “Please,” she begged, not knowing what she was asking for. “Please.”
Nick rose up over her, the muscles in his arms straining. When he stared down at her, those black eyes glittered like the ocean at midnight. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.
Alexandra slid her legs against his, cradling his hips between her knees. “It’s only the once, Nick.” She smiled at his grave expression. Was this his earlier worry? Hurting her? “Make it up to me next time,” she said, and kissed him.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed against her lips, shutting his eyes hard. “I’m so sorry.”
Nick flexed his hips and slid into her. The pain was quick and fierce—Alexandra hated that she flinched. That Nick saw it. For he was pressing kisses to her throat and whispering incoherent apologies. But Alexandra did not wish for apologies. She had dreamed of this for months, imagined how he’d feel inside her.
Alexandra lifted her hips off the bed, gratified by his soft intake of breath. Fine, he would not move? She’d move. She’d break his control.
She lowered her hips and lifted them again, arching her back as she pressed her face into Nick’s shoulder. She let him feel the set of her teeth, the flick of her tongue—
Nick grasped her wrists and held her down. His eyes were bright and fevered again. “Tell me how you want it,” he panted, voice hoarse. “If you want it slow, tell me now.” His voice had taken on some soft lilt she’d never heard before, one that made her flex her hips again. Nick made some rough sound and pressed her wrists harder into the bed. “Alex.”
Alexandra smiled, for she could tell his control was waning. Her name on his lips had sounded like a plea. “I don’t want slow.”
His gaze sharpened, alert now. “Speak plainly. How do you want me to fuck you?”
Alexandra lifted her head and tongued the shell of his ear. “Hard and fast. Now.”
Nick shut his eyes. “Thank christ,” he breathed.
Then he reared back and slammed into her.
Yes.Yes.This was how she wanted it: his body moving fast against hers, muscles straining as he fucked her. The scrape of his teeth as he marked her, pain mixed with pleasure.
Later, he would have all the time in the world to explore her body, for her to do the same. She wanted to know every inch of him, the cause of each scar that marked his body, ones she traced as she slid her hands down his back and roughly turned her nails in.
With his free hand, he hitched up her thigh to change the angle. His cock went deeper, harder, but it wasn’t enough for her. Would it ever be enough? She wanted him beneath her skin, marked in her bones. She wanted to spend the rest of her life learning the shape of him, hearing the roar of his breath in her ear as he whispered filthy words that should have made her blush.
“Come,” he told her, moving faster now. “Alex. Please come.”
She smiled once more. She liked it when he begged her. “No.”
“No?” Nick slid a hand between their bodies, pressing his fingers to that sensitive place between her legs. “Still no?”
A shiver went through her. Her toes curled and she lifted off the bed. “Nick.”
“That’s it,” he murmured, circling with his fingertips. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Alexandra dug her heels into the blankets. Her head swam, and warmth diffused through her. The pleasure built, and built, until she didn’t think she could stand it anymore. Her fingernails marked his skin, for he was her anchor, the only thing tying her to the earth.
She came with a rough gasp of his name from her lips.
Almost immediately, he gripped the headboard and shuddered above her as he experienced his own release. Some strange power came over Alexandra as she watched him; she had done that. Brought him to pleasure. Made him come apart.
She wanted to put him back together and unravel him again. Every day. Every night.
For the rest of her life.
* * *
Hours later,Alexandra stretched languidly in bed as Nick pressed another soft kiss to the arch of her neck. “Is it always like this?” Alexandra asked with a smile as Nick trailed his lips down her throat.
They had dozed for a while, and Alexandra had never slept so well as in the cradle of Nick’s arms. The warmth of his body pressed to hers had brought safety as much as comfort. Then, when she woke later, all she wanted was to have him inside her again.
Alexandra had made her intentions known by taking Nick’s hand and pressing it to her wet quim.Fuck, he’d breathed, and that filthy word had burned her ears. One single breath later and she was under him once more, and his cock was inside her, and she came so hard that it made her dizzy.
