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Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 9
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Alexander walked to the end of the terrace, breathing hard as he sought to bring his body under control. He could think of several words to describe Stephanie Stewart, and none of them pleasant, he thought savagely. Her passionate response to him had stoked his hunger until it was a raging furnance, and her cool rejection had left him in agony. Why had she stopped? Did she take pleasure in teasing men and taking them to the edge? Or had there been another reason why she had walked away from him?
And then, illuminated in the light spilling from the hotel terrace, he saw her with James Grainger—saw James get into the car and realized that Stephanie was about to join him. So that was her game. That was the reason she had refused to go to his room— she was going back to Ditton Hall with James.
With a furious curse, Alexander swung round and strode back along the terrace, his body rigid with anger as he heard the car pull away. Luciana’s wedding must have been an emotive day for James, and he clearly missing his dead wife, he thought grimly. Stephanie had obviously decided that this was a perfect time to make a move on the Earl— and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop her.
The following morning Alexander’s temper was still simmering dangerously, and his body was aching with sexual frustration that had kept him awake until the early hours. Failure and rejection were not words he was familiar with, but last night he had experience both— and he was incensed. Not only had he failed to keep Stephanie away from James Grainger, but she had responded to him with a passion that he had believed matched his own and then turned it off as easily as flicking a light switch, leaving him racked with unfulfilled desire.
His plan to rescue the Earl from her greedy clutches by enticing her into his bed was not proving as easy as he had expected. He was furious that he had not prevented her from accompanying James back to Ditton Hall— and the idea that she might even have spent the night in James’s bed made him want to hit something.
Breathing hard, he strode into the dining room—and halted abruptly at the sight of Stephanie sitting alone at a table over looking the hotel gardens.
In a pink tee shirt and white jeans, with her blond hair falling around her shoulders like a curtain of silk, she looked young and innocent and at the same time incredibly sexy. The hungry beast in Alexander’s gut all night stirring into life once more, and his body reacted with irritating predictability as he walked towards her.
‘Buongiorno. May I join you?’
Stephanie had been watching a sparrow hopping along the terrace, and the sound of Alexander’s deep, sexy drawl made her heart plummet. She turned her head and eyed him warily, sure that he must be furious with her for the way she had run from him last night.
… ‘Yes, of course,’ she murmured, wondering why he had bothered to ask when he had already sat down at her table. She recalled in stark detail the passionate kisses they had exchanged on the moonlight terrace. At the time it had seemed like a dream, but now it was more like a nightmare—especially when she remembered how fervently she had responded to him. She wondered if he was going to demand to know why she had led him on and then fled. She had behaved appallingly, she thought miserably, but he did not look angry, and when his beautiful mouth curved into a slow smile her heart-rate…
Quickened. Last night he had looked stunning in a formal suit, but this morning—in jeans and a cream shirt open at the throat to reveal a glimpse of dark chest hair—he was raw,masculine perfection, as she could not take her eyes from him.
‘Did you sleep well, Stephanie?’ he queried, transferring his smile briefly to the flustered- looking waitress who was pouring his coffee.
He seemed to have a devastating effect on all women, Stephanie notes sourly when the girl knocked over the milk jug and apologized profusely as she mopped up the mess.
‘Yes, thank you,’
Alexander seemed unconvinced by her reply. ‘Your room here at the hotel is comfortable?’ he persisted.
‘Yes—it’s a bit small, but it’s fine.’ Perhaps he was hoping to taunt her that she would have been more comfortable sharing his room, not to mention his bed? she thought darkly. She met his gaze and smile sweetly. ‘How about you— did you have a good night?’
‘Unfortunately not. I spent a very restless night, But we know the reason for that, don’t we, bella?’ he said dulcently, his dark eyes glinting with amusement when she blushed. ‘Sexual frustration is not a comfortable bedmate, I find,’
She was surprised that he was teasing her with no sign of anger, and her feeling of guilt doubled, ‘I’m sorry about last night. I realise I gave the impression that I… that I was…’
‘That you shared my urgent need to **** ****?’ Alexander suggested, and the way his voice caressed the words ‘make love’ sent a quiver down Stephanie’s spine. ‘It’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind,’ he said lightly, reaching across the table and tilting her chin with one lean, tanned finger when she refused to look at him. ‘Patience is not one of my finer virtues. I rushed you, but I understand that you did not feel ready to explore this fiery attraction that burns between us, ‘he murmured softly.
Stephanie stared at him wordlessly, fascinated by the specks of gold in his dark eyes. Tiger’s eyes, she thought, as she dropped her gaze to his mouth and remembered how good it had felt when he had kissed her. She wished he would do it again, and gasped when he traced his thumb over her lower lip in a sensuous caress.