Page 71 of Mr. Scandalous

He painstakingly searched out her erogenous zones, savoring every secret spot, kissing and nibbling and licking her glistening feminine pinkness. He captured her straining nub between his Lips and gently probed it with his hungry tongue when suddenly, violently her hips arched high, bucking them both into the air.

From deep inside Eden came a sound that was a cross between a startled scream and a guttural groan. The sound echoed off the plaster walls.

Flailing her head from side to side, she grasped his hair, clasping him fast between her thighs and frantically raking her heels across his back. He shoved deep, pushing her to the top and ruthlessly holding her orgasm at bay while torturing her with his tongue, letting her teeter on the edge.

Again and again, he teased, pushing her hard, then backing off.

She moaned and grunted and cried and clawed at his hair. Then she gave one loud long gasp, and it was over. She lay still against the mattress, mewling softly, her chest heaving.

Out of breath and feeling smug, Alec rolled over and collapsed onto the covers beside her, listening to his body throb. So much blood was diverted to his solid steel erection, he couldn’t stop smiling. He reached over, took Eden’s hand and squeezed it.

She squeezed back. He closed his eyes.

He had never heard a woman make the kind of uninhibited noise she had just uttered, and he couldn’t get over the fact he’d been the cause of it.

A moment longer of mutual heavy breathing and then Eden moved over to kneel between his legs. His eyes flew open, and he saw an irregular splash of strawberry covering her chest, glowing hot and vivid against the creamy white of her skin.

Her face was radiant. She tucked a strand of chestnut hair behind one ear and slanted him a coy glance. The bright color crept up her throat to encompass even her chin. A woman could fake an orgasm, but she couldn’t fake that sexual blush. Alec realized with a start that she was proudly showing him her scarlet flush.

He’d never felt so self-satisfied.

But she only allowed him a moment to bask in his macho glory. Reaching down, she gently squeezed his cock.

“Don’t,” he gave a strangled cry. “Too soon.”

“Are you about to come?” she whispered.

He nodded and groaned.

She giggled, jumped up and before she spun away, threw him a daring look over her shoulder that saidcatch me if you can.

But he could tell from her squeal of laughter that he was quicker than she anticipated. He scrambled to his knees and snagged her around the waist before she cleared the floor. With his face pressed against the small of her back, he wrestled her back down upon the bed.

He was harder than he’d ever been. One wrong move and it was all over. He was hard and hot.

Hot, hell. Who was he kidding? He was literally on fire with need.

Gently he urged her onto her hands and knees, every bone, every muscle, every cell in his bone screamed for release as he pushed her head down against a pillow and slid his knees between hers from behind, his shaft jutting out like a tall soldier, wedging upright in the soft valley of her beautiful female behind.

She made a strangled noise, fought to raise her head and trashed her hips against him. He paused to make sure he hadn’t played too rough. He was just about to let her go when the tip of his shaft slipped down between her legs and pressed eagerly against the damp opening.

Alec froze.

Eden froze.

Then, with a high-pitched, almost pitiful sound, she dropped her head—her dark hair spilling luxuriously across the white pillowcase—and swayed her back like a cat enticing a mate, rolled her luscious bottom at him in a posture both supplicant and demanding.

For a blink in time, he didn’t move. He simply knelt there behind her, amazed at the feelings zipping through him. Pride and awe and greed and need. Tenderness and recklessness and adoration and glee.

He remained posed like that, pressing against her opening. She succumbed to his heaviness only ever so slightly, her warmth expanding over the head of him with agonizing slowness as he skimmed his fingers around her bottom and up her spine, chasing the goose bumps racing to the nape of her neck while she rolled her head, inhaling and exhaling through clenched teeth with a throaty, feral rasp.

He held his breath and caressed her shoulders, her back, her hips and then the tender area of her scarred thighs. It was all he could do to keep from impaling her with one famished thrust. But he forced himself to wait, to savor the moment.

To relish in her passion.

He swallowed shallow gulps of air as he held himself back. Slowly she dilated against his masculine pressure. Millimeter by excruciating millimeter, he entered her, the slow, deliberate motions sending novel waves of pleasure-pain scorching through his tortured genitals.

Then all at once, he was embedded within her, curved and stone hard, filling her up. Yieldingly she stretched for him while at the same time firmly enveloping him in her wet heat. She was snug and tight against his entire length.

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