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Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 12
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She barely knew him, the sensible voice in her head reminded her. But her heart and her body had formed an alliance and did not want to listen. She did not speak—couldn’t, because her throat seemed to have closed up—but his gentle smile told her that he understood, and wordlessly he clasped her hand once more and led her into the hotel.
He kissed her again in the lift, a slow, drugging kiss that inflamed her senses, and once they had made the short journey along the corridor, and he had opened the door to his suite, she followed him inside and went willingly into his arms.
She was under no illusion that he was offering anything more than sex, but she couldn’t resist him. She believed in love and long-term relationships, and he wanted neither, but something about this man urged her to dismiss her principles and for the first time in her life follow the yearnings of her body,
‘Can I get you a drink?’
The rough edge of barely contained sexual hunger in Alexander’s tone made Stephanie shiver, but where last night the sound of his voice had brought her crashing back to reality, now it barely impinged on the sensual haze that cocooned her, she did not want to think; it was easier not to. But something that felt this right could surely not be wrong? She thought fiercely, Silently she shook her head, watching him, waiting, and with a low groan he fastened his mouth on hers and initiated a slow, sensual tasting that stirred emotions in her she’d believed were long buried.
… Her eyelashes drifted down and she focused on the feel of his warm, firm lips easing hers apart, and the determined ****** of his tongue as he suddenly took the kiss to another level that was flagrantly erotic. It was good—so good that she murmured a protest when he eased the pressure a fraction….
…’Don’t stop.’ Was that throaty, seductive whisper really her voice? She was startled to see streaks of dull Color wing along his cheek-bones, and felt a quiver of feminine triumph when his eyes blazed with unconcealed hunger. ‘I haven’t no intention of stopping, cara,’ he growled against her throat as he swung her into his arms and strode towards the bedroom. Stephanie gasped and clung to him, but somehow her fingers became entangled with his shirt buttons. She freed them one by one to push the material aside and reveal his broad,muscular chest—gleaming bronze in the lamplight, and overlaid with covering of wiry black hairs that felt abrasive against her palms. Alexander set her on her feet and, without lifting his mouth from hers, found the zip of her dress with unerring fingers and drew it down her spine. Still kissing her, he slipped the material over her shoulders and groaned his approval when he revealed her breasts, barely concealed by her black lacy bra. Her dress bunched around her waist and he released her stinging, swollen lips so that he could concentrate on undressing her, tugging the skirt over her hips until the dress pooled at her feet and she stood before him in her bra and a tiny black lace thong— and the diamond necklace that had been a gift from James Grainger. ‘Let’s get rid of this, shall we?’ He said, sliding his hands beneath her hair to undo the clasp before placing the necklace on the bedside table. ‘I’m sure you don’t want to risk damaging such a valuable trinket,’ he remarked silkily, his heavy lids hiding the flare of disdain in his dark eyes. Alexander’s olive- gold skin seemed to be stretched tight over his prominent cheekbones, giving him a predatory look that filled Stephanie with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, She couldn’t quite believe she was here, in his bedroom, about to join him on a very big bed. The thought that he was going to touch her, caress her, caused her to shiver, and each of her nerve-endings seemed to be acutely sensitive as she waited to feel his hands on her skin. There was still a small part of her brain that insisted she had taken leave of her senses—and perhaps tomorrow she would regret the moment of madness that she had seen her go willingly into his arms. But right now all she could think of was dull, throbbing ache that started low in her pelvis and radiated out, so that every inch of her body seemed to be clamouring for him to possess her. She had never felt a need like this before. Her sex-life with Fabian had been good—or at least she’d believed it had. He had obviously had other ideas. But if she was honest she had enjoyed the cuddling afterwards and the feeling of security as much as the act itself. She didn’t want to feel safe or secure with Alexander. She wanted, she realized with a jolt of shock, him to throw her on the bed, spread her legs, and take her with all the primitive hunger she could sense he was struggling to control. ‘You are exquisite,’ Alexander told her raggedly, and her breath hitched in her throat when he unfastened her bra and tossed it aside, before cupping her breasts in his big, warm palms, rubbing his thumb-pads across her nipples so that they hardened into tight peaks that begged for the possession of his mouth. Alexander felt a surge of satisfaction at her muffled gasp when he trailed his lips down over the creamy swell of her ****** and stroked his tongue back and forth over her ******. Oh, yes, she liked that—liked it so much that she arched her back so that her dusky pink crests pushed forward provocatively. He moved from one ****** to the other, laving each peak in turn until her legs buckled and she clung to him for support. He could feel her trembling when he hauled her up hard against his thighs and she felt the unmistakable ridge of his erection nudge impatiently between her legs. His plan for a long, unhurried exploration of her body would have to be shelved….