Passionately Yours (Hellions of High Street 3)

It was only a weak flutter, but suddenly her face looked luminous in the faint dappling.

“I’m not wise.” Caro slid her palms along his shoulderblades. “Merely stubborn.”

He inhaled, filling his lungs with the scent of her, and let it out in a soft laugh. “Wisdom sometimes requires persistence, so perhaps the two are entangled.”

“Entangled.” Caro’s breath tickled, soft as satin against his cheek. “Like us.”

“Like us,” agreed Alec. And then suddenly words were no longer important. Only the feel of their bodies so intimately entwined. She seemed to mold to his shape, as if made out of moonlight mist by some magical Highland faerie.

Gently spreading her legs, he eased himself closer, closer.

Wanting, wanting.

His fingers stroked lightly through her damp curls and delved within her feminine folds.

A gasp. Then a whisper, rich with questioning surprise. “Alec?”

“Yes, yes, sweeting.” He found her hidden pearl and began a slow, circling caress.

Caro let out a gossamer-soft cry and pressed her mouth to his shoulder. Her breath pulsed hot and ragged against his skin.

That her body responded to his touch sent a surge of satisfaction thrumming through him. Quickening his tempo, Alec felt the coil of tension within her core tighten.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Her wordless wonder urged him on.

This was madness—he knew it.

Mad and reckless, when he had sworn that he would never give way to dangerous emotions again. But Caro had stripped away his defenses, had slipped through the cracks of his stony resolve.

Dangerous, and yet, somehow nothing mattered but Her.

Caro—fearless, exuberant, adventurous. She made him feel so elementally alive.

She arched up against his hand, her own need growing as urgent as his. Alec shifted, and all at once he was inside her, enveloped in a honeyed warmth that nearly made him come undone.

He kissed her—madly, hungrily, thinking of nothing but her, and how right they felt together.

Us. Entwined.

And then all thought gave way to passion.

Caro clutched tighter at Alec’s broad shoulders, feeling the flex of his taut muscles and heat-pulsed skin. She drew in a ragged breath and held still for a moment, but the pinch of their joining gave way to sublime warmth.

“Shall I withdraw?” he asked in a concerned whisper.

“No, please—don’t stop,” she replied. “It’s wonderful.” You’re wonderful. “I want…” I want this to go on forever. “I want you to teach me about… about…”

Was it too wicked to say pleasure and passion?

He started moving inside her, an elemental ebb and flow that sent a lick of heat spiraling through her. And suddenly words like “wicked” and “wanton” dissolved in waves of liquid fire.

All that mattered was Alec.

Matching his rhythm, she rose and fell, her body somehow sensing how to move in perfect harmony with his.

I was wrong—perfection is possible.

He groaned—or perhaps it was she who had made the sound. Her insides were thrumming with such pleasure that surely its joyful echo was making the air rumble.