Page 78 of Tempting the Scoundrel
“God,” she breathed.
He lifted his hips, timing his movement with hers. “I’ll fuck you into the bed, just the way you like it.”
“Nick.” She bit her lip, her fingernails scratching against him.
He moved faster. “Do you want it, sweetheart? Tell me you want it.” Christ, if she didn’t let him soon, he’d beg her. “Look at me,” he said, an echo of their last coupling. He wanted to see her eyes. Meet them directly.
She did as he asked, staring down at him. Hungry eyes, she had. And he was all too eager to leave her sated. He stretched once more, let her understand his intent. “Command me, Alex. Order me to take you beneath me and fuck your pussy.”
Her fingernails scored him. “Do it,” she whispered. His hips lifted again, and she made a keening sound. “Nick. Do it.Please.”
Thorne rolled Alex under him. As he pressed into her again, some ragged laugh came from him, triumphant. God, but she was magnificent. She lifted her head and kissed him, swallowed his victory, took it for herself. For she was every bit as in control as he. She was canny; she knew how close he’d come to pleading with her, begging her. In that bed, losing was another form of pleasure.
He moved faster, focusing on her, on what she needed. She arched against him, fingers grasping his shoulders. His hand gripped the sheets as his own climax drew close. A hoarse cry left her as she came, her body going soft in his arms. And that was all it took for him to find his own release. A long breath left him as he leaned down and gave her a kiss. She stroked a finger down his cheek and smiled as he rolled off her.
“I suppose you won,” she said.
Thorne laughed. “I think we both did.”
“Very well. I accept being co-winner.” She sat up and held out her hand. “Excellent game, husband.”
He shook her hand, biting back a fucking ridiculous grin. She’d called himhusband. “Until next time, wife.”
The clock on the mantel struck the hour. Thorne looked over at the time—it was the start of prime business hours. If he tilted his head just so, he could hear the murmur of the crowd below. He often made appearances on the floor, even if they were brief.
Alex followed his gaze. “Work calls?”
“Does yours?” he asked her.
“I may . . .” she cleared her throat. “I may be willing to ignore it. If you ignore yours, that is.”
His smile faded as he reached for her. Touch was his only reminder of the truth: this was real. “You will sleep here?”
“Yes. I will stay tonight.”
Chapter 25
“Where the hell is she?”
The angry voice filtered into Alexandra’s blissful sleep. She was slow to wake, aware first of her sore limbs, then—she smiled. Nick was curled at her back, his arm around her waist. If she pressed back against him, she—
The voice came again. “I asked where the hell my sister is.”
Her eyes flew open.
Oh god.It wasJames.Her eldest brother.
“Nick?” She shook his arm. “Nick, wake up.”
“Mmmm?” He muttered something and then pulled her more firmly against him. His erection brushed her arse as he settled his lips to her nape. “Me on top?” he breathed into her ear. “Or do you wish to fuck me again?”
Oh,lord, she couldn’t think. Wait! James was—
Someone beat the door with a fist. “Nicholas Thorne,get out of that room, you bastard!”
Her husband released her and sat up, his gaze narrowed on the locked bedchamber door. “Excuse me, sweetheart,” he told her, “I need to murder someone. And my doorman. And my factotum. Three someones.”
Alexandra gripped his arm. “Wait—”
