Page 63 of In the Prince's Bed
Katherine’s mouth went dry. Lord preserve her, he was every bit as handsome as those strutting men in the pictures—thickly muscled, leanly built, and hairy.
She was still drinking in the astonishing sight of him bare-chested when he lay back down, grabbed her hand, and flattened it on his chest. “I would give a king’s ransom to have you touch me.”
The yearning in his face convinced her as nothing else could have.
Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his chest, reveling in his sharp intake of breath. Remembering how good his mouth on her breast had felt, she swirled her tongue around his flat male nipple. “And what will you give me for tasting you, Captain Black?” she teased.
With a growl, he pressed her head to his chest and closed his eyes. “Anything you want, sweetheart. Anything you want.”
Further emboldened, Katherine took her time exploring his chest, marveling at how the rough velvet of his flesh leaped and flexed when she flicked her tongue or stroked her fingers over it.
The senhora had taken her over, and she had no will to fight her. The whole night already seemed like one long dream, and the unfamiliar scents of sawdust and leather on his skin added to her feeling of unreality. Not even the muffled drumbeats coming from the amphitheatre could drag her from the heady spell.
Until his hand caught the hem of her gown and dragged it up to bare her thighs. Coming to her senses in a rush of panic, she jerked her head from his chest.
“Alec, you mustn’t—”
“I only want to touch you.” His hot blue gaze seared her. “A little touching, that’s all.” He skimmed his hand up the inside of her thighs, making her gasp. “Don’t you want to see what I’d do next to Senhora Encantador? Hypothetically?”
Frantically, she tried to hang on to her objections. It wasn’t easy when her skin felt too tight for her body, every inch alive and alert to his amazing caresses. “This goes…beyond hypothetical.”
His hand slid inexorably higher. “Then call it a sample. Of what I would do.” He smiled impishly when his fingers brushed the slit in her drawers. “Put yourself in the senhora’s place and tell me how she’d like my sample.”
A laugh bubbled up inside her throat that she firmly squelched, not wanting to encourage his naughty behavior. “Sample, hah. That’s just rhetoric.”
“If you say so.” He slid his hand inside her drawers. “You’re the one who knows such things. I’m but a simple man with simple pleasures.”
“There’s nothing simple about—” His hand cupped the warm, throbbing place between her thighs as if he’d guessed exactly where she craved his touch. “Ohh…that’s…truly…outrageous…”
“Would the senhora like that, do you think?” His fingers fondled her shamelessly, sweeping through her tangled curls to find the hidden tender flesh.
She gasped when he pressed against some delicate spot that sent the blood beating in her veins in time to the drums sounding more loudly from the amphitheatre. “The senhora would…certainly like…that.”
With a devilish smile, he bent his head to brush a kiss to her breast. “Are you sure? You seem very agitated by it.”
“Because…ohh, what…are you…doing to me?”
“Showing you how I would touch the senhora.” His finger slid along the slick flesh of her most intimate place, then delved deep between the folds.
She grabbed for his arm in shock. “Alec!”
“Yes, senhora? Do you like my sample?” Ignoring her grip on his arm, he repeated that devilish driving motion with his finger. When she moaned, he cast her a knowing smile. “Those sounds you’re making say you do.” He stroked her deftly. “Does this please you?”
“Yes.” It made her ache and yearn…and want him never to stop touching her in the shameless and exhilarating way he touched her now.
“Do you…would the senhora…want more?” he asked hoarsely as he thrust his finger inside her over and over, his thumb caressing that tender spot higher up.
“Please, Alec…please…” she choked out, scarcely noticing that her hand had fallen away from his arm.
“Please what?” His strokes grew bolder, hotter, melting her resistance away with their sheer heat. “Please stop? Or please give you more?”
Please stop.“Please…more,” she whispered.
With a growl of satisfaction, he took her mouth in a long, searching kiss, all the while stroking between her legs so adroitly that he soon had her gasping and undulating wantonly against his clever hand.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he tore his lips free to whisper against her hot cheek. “Reach for your pleasure. It’s there for you. Relax and let it come.”
She barely heard the words, too caught up in the incredible tension coiling right where his fingers rubbed and fondled. It tightened as his strokes quickened, until she was writhing beneath him and wanting…needing…longing…
