Page 33 of The Thief
He stared at her in shock, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
“Scarlett?” he whispered, looking around in confusion.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. “If I had not woken up, Ragan would have come in here and found us together.”
He shook his head and forced himself to sit up.
“I was here to protect you until Ragan came back. I appear to be doing a shoddy job though.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes, unable to be truly upset when he looked so adorably befuddled.
“Well, Ragan is now safely across the hall and nearby to protect me if needed. Would you like me to assist you in making yourself look presentable?”
He laughed and shook his head.
“I think I can manage. If you would help me up from this bed though, I would appreciate it. I had forgotten how plush this mattress was.”
It was her turn to laugh, but she reached out a hand to him and pulled, surprised just how much he actually weighed. She tried twice to pull him up but he would not budge.
“My Lord, you do need to assist me so that I can assist you,” she said, looking at him with a scolding look.
He growled and said, “I am trying but this bed is so plush it truly is not helping for me to press against it.”
Scarlett grabbed his hand with both of hers and pulled, lifting with all the strength she could muster. Alastair planted his hand firmly on the bed, pushing as hard as he could. Just as he felt himself lift off the bed, his hand slipped out from under him, dropping him back on to the bed and bringing Scarlett tumbling down on top of him. She squealed as she fell, landing roughly on his chest, her face hitting his broad shoulder. He looked down at Scarlett just as she looked up at him, the heat of their breaths mingling.
Scarlett look into his green eyes as lush as the grass outside and shifted, very aware of how hard his body was against her softness. Alastair reached up and brushed a lock of hair from her face that fell, looking into her amber eyes so full of unknown desire. He leaned up and pressed his lips to hers, unable to stop himself. Her lips were so smooth and luscious and just begged to be kissed. Scarlett resisted at first, making him chase her as she attempted to get up.
Unable to find purchase, she put her hands on his chest, scoring him with her nails as she dug in to push. He groaned loudly and the sound reverberated through her body, pressed so tightly to him. The sound made a primal rush flow through her, making her want to do more to him, give him even more pleasure.
That thought was a shock to her system, making her back off as far as she could go. She mentally shook her head to clear it but found herself unable to do so, Alastair chasing her with even more kisses and becoming more persistent. Finally, she gave in, her mind too clouded to think clearly.
Alastair sensed her acquiescence and almost groaned in victory. He slipped his hands from where they were on the bed to her shoulders, squeezing and kneading as he rested them there. As his desire increased, his kneading became stronger, the massage making Scarlett relax against him. He moved his hands down her sides, kneading along the way.
When he reached her hips, he stopped, pulling back and breaking the kiss long enough to roll them both over, pinning her beneath him. Scarlett gasped as he settled his weight on her, his full arousal heavy against her thigh. Alastair leaned down and kissed her again, running his hands over her body and coming to rest on her breasts.
He squeezed the firm globes in his hands; she squeaked, the unfamiliar touch startling her.
Shivers trailed down her spine as he thumbed her nipples through the soft fabric, making her nipples harden beneath his fingers. He pulled back for a moment to try to slow his beating heart, looking down at her flushed swollen lips and her heavy desire-laden eyes. Leaning down, he pressed soft kisses to her cheeks and eyelids, tracing every feature with his lips, building the suspense with his delightful torture.
Scarlett groaned beneath him, the sound low and soft, letting him know she was weakening.
With excitement, he nipped at her chin, pressing soft nips to her jawline as he moved to her ear. He wrapped his teeth around her earlobe and tugged, grazing it slowly and it made her shiver even more, goosebumps of sensation spreading over her skin.
“Alastair,” she whispered, overcome by all the sensations she felt at once.
“Yes, my love?” he asked, taking her earlobe in his teeth again and sending more shivers everywhere.
“What… what are you doing to me?”
He chuckled low and ran his teeth over her neck, pulling a sigh from her.
“I am making you feel good,” he said, quite matter-of-factly.
Slowly, he kissed a path down to the top of her breasts, her heart racing beneath his lips as he burned the path into her skin.
He waited for a response but when he didn’t get one, he just continued, pulling what he could of her bodice down. Frustration rose up when he could not pull the gown down any lower because of the laces in the back.
Spreading her legs, he rested his knees between them and sat up, pulling her up with him as he kneeled between her legs and undid her dress, loosening the already lowered bodice and growling with satisfaction as it slipped down to reveal her flesh to him but pinning her arms to her sides.
