Chapter Ten
Lord Harry—Harry—suckled hernipple. Alexandra suppressed an indecent moan at the pleasure he inflicted upon her. She had intended this experiment to be methodical. Reasonable. She had somehow anticipated a clear, calm outcome. A list of observations.
But making love with a man had nothing at all to do with science.
And making love with Lord Henry Marlow was not an experiment at all but rather an experience to revel in. If she had ever imagined she could form a logical thought or conduct herself with reason and scientific clarity where he was concerned, she considered herself horribly, ridiculously wrong.
He kissed his way down her belly, and while her inner sense of modesty told her to avert her gaze, she could not stare anywhere but at him. He kissed the jut of her hip bone. His hands bracketed her thighs before sliding inward, urging her to part them. He kissed her mound as his hands spread her legs wide to accommodate…
Oh. My. Heavens.
His mouth.
The first touch of his tongue upon her pearl, as he had instructed her to call it, made her cry out. He circled the sensitive nub of flesh, then flattened his tongue and worked her. Desire swirled.
He licked, traveling along her seam and then delving deeper. Harry sucked her pearl the same way he had sucked her nipples, and she could not control her body’s wanton reaction to such splendor. She had thought there could be no greater pleasure than his lips upon hers, but how wrong she’d been. For this, his wicked mouth between her legs, was a whole new level of bliss.
When he used his teeth upon her, she cried out, the pleasure so intense that she thought it would break her. And it almost did, for one more nip of her pearl followed by a slow and steady suck, and her body shook as a wave of ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever known crashed over her.
His tongue worked her until the last, small tremor subsided, and she lay beneath him feeling both boneless and mindless. Harry rose above her, his lips glistening with her juices, his green eyes dark and glittering. “That is called spending, and I plan to make you do it thoroughly and often when we are wed.”
Alexandra could not argue with that. “I will hold you to that promise.”
He grinned down at her, so handsome that she ached. “Is that a yes, sweet?”
It was an irrefutable yes to everything and anything he wished to do to her.
But as her eyes devoured his form—the strong, broad chest, lean waist ribbed with muscle, strong forearms, and the thick, long rod of his cock—she couldn’t resist teasing him. “Yes to which question?”
“To marrying me, minx.” He guided her thighs apart and lowered his beautiful body to hers, the head of him brushing over her clitoris. He bowed his head and sucked her nipple. His fingers dipped between them to work her in a delightful new way.
She could not withhold her low, pleased moan of acquiescence, for he knew how to pleasure her far too well. “Oh yes. But in the interest of science, I do think our experiment might continue.”
He kissed a path of fire up her throat. “I couldn’t agree more.”
And then he took her mouth with his in a kiss that was hot, open, and hungry. She tasted the musk of herself on his lips and tongue, and instead of shocking her, it only aroused her more. That same knot of need grew within her, the flesh he had awakened needy and slick. She ached to be filled. To become one with him.
He moved, his cock poised at her opening. She bucked, knowing what she wanted. His fingers played over her pearl.
“Are you certain, Alexandra?” he whispered, kissing her as if she were something to be savored.
“Yes.” She rocked again, bringing the tip of him closer still. “I want you inside me.”
With one shallow thrust, he broke past the barrier of her maidenhead. A sharp, stinging pain pierced her, but she knew enough to expect it, and she had been prepared. He stilled, tore his lips away, and pressed his forehead to hers. “Did I hurt you, darling?”
He toyed with her pearl more firmly, chasing away the pain with a fresh onslaught of desire. Her hips tipped upward of their own accord, her internal muscles squeezing to bring him deeper. Nothing had ever felt so real or so right. They were joined, connected.
The words spilled forth from her. She could no longer contain them. They were larger than she was. “I love you.”
On a groan, he thrust into her until he was fully seated. She was gloriously full and surrounded by him. The weight of his body atop hers, the sensation of him inside her, the heat and scent of skin…it was too much. She never wanted it to end.
He moved then, thrusting in a delicious rhythm. In and out, in and out. Deep then shallow, his skilled fingers never leaving her. Pleasure crashed through her with the force of a runaway locomotive. She tightened around his driving cock as he sank deep inside her, and she screamed her release.
He was not far behind. He thrust again and again as she shuddered and quaked and spent. And then his body stiffened and tensed beneath her questing touch. He slammed home, whispering her name into her mouth as the warm, wet rush of his seed spurted inside her.
He collapsed atop her, his heart thudding to match hers, and kissed her nose. “I love you too, sweet. I have already acquired a license, and we can be married as soon as you wish.”
She hugged him to her, burying her face in the delicious heat of his neck. “I have every intention of conducting similar experiments with you as soon as possible. Will tomorrow do?”
The rumble of his laughter and the sweetness of another kiss rewarded her. “You are an utter gem, Danvers. Who could have known my Christmas angel would come to me in the middle of an Oxfordshire blizzard, wearing her brother’s clothes?”
Alexandra kissed him again, for she couldn’t seem to help herself. “Did you mean what you said about the trousers?”
A sinful smile curved his sensual lips. “I meant what I said about everything, sweet. You appeared in my life when I least expected it, but when I needed you most. I love you exactly as you are. You’re perfection.”
“I love you Harry Archibald Marlow.” Happiness suffused her, mingling with the delicious glow that had flooded her in the wake of their lovemaking. “And I also meant what I said about marrying you tomorrow.”
He laughed and kissed her again. “Consider it done, my love.”
