Free Princess in Disguise by Karen Hawkins Page A

thighs. Fingers
     trembling, she undid his cravat and tossed it aside, then tugged his shirt over his
     head and dropped it on the floor. His broad, muscled shoulders and arms slid beneath
     her fingertips. He was so beautiful, so powerful. She’d known from the second she’d
     seen him that he was all sinew and muscle.
    His knee slipped between hers as he bent to catch the tie for her gown with his teeth.
     Grinning, he tugged it until it gave. With the tie undone, he easily pressed the loosened
     gown over her shoulders. She lifted and slipped out one arm, then the other. She started
     to push it down, but he stopped her, his gaze roving greedily over the delicate lawn
     chemise that barely covered her breasts.
    “Don’t move.” Through the chemise, he placed his mouth over her nipple and teased
     it to a peak. She gasped and arched against him, her body softening for him with every
     flick of his warm tongue.
    “Oh,” he breathed against her. “I’ve wanted to taste those buds of yours from the
     second we met.” He blew softly on her nipple, the wet cloth cooling and torturing
     it to an even harder peak. She moaned with desire.
    He turned his attention to her other breast, cupping the one he’d just left, his thumb
     circling the teased nipple until she thought she might explode.
    He never ceased. She squirmed beneath him, hot and aching as she ran her fingers through
     his hair, arching her back and pressing her breast toward him. He moaned against her
     skin, his knee moving her thighs farther apart, rocking his hips against hers through
     her layers of skirts.
    She tried to open her knees but her skirts held her down, and she gave them an impatient
     kick.
    He chuckled. “Easy, love.”
    “No.” She slipped out from under him, stood, and within seconds was naked, her gown,
     undergown, and chemise a puddle of black and white silk. She rejoined him on the settee
     and slipped back into his arms. He tucked her beneath him and captured her mouth with
     his. Each kiss was urgent, each touch full of passion, each piece of his clothing
     torn in their urgency—it was a maddening flow of passion that engulfed and swept them
     away.
    The firelight limned her curves and his cock leapt in response. She opened her thighs
     and gripped his hips, his cock pressed against her. “Now, pashinko, ” she whispered. “Now.”
    He pressed forward and entered her. She gasped, arching her back as he pressed all
     of the way in. For a moment they both lay perfectly still, absorbing the deep, pulsing
     pleasure.
    She let out a shuddering sigh and he began to move, slowly at first, but she grasped
     him desperately, begging him with a husky voice to hurry. So he took her—primal, and
     furious, and desperate; all of the emotions he’d avoided feeling, he now welcomed.
     He slid his hands under her bottom and held her firmly as he thrust into her, over
     and over, harder and harder.
    She welcomed each thrust and, her legs locked about his waist, gave every stroke back
     to him, lifting her hips and rocking against him. God, she was so passionate and lusty.
     Somehow, though she remained beneath him, she controlled each and every stroke. And
     somehow he loved her control, her demanding hands and mouth, the way she urged him
     to move faster and harder. She could have anything she wanted if she would just do
     this to him for the rest of his life.
    She suddenly arched against him, calling out his name as she clutched his shoulders
     and shuddered beneath him. Her tremors stroked him until he, too, flew over the edge
     of passion, pulling out of her at the last possible moment before he collapsed against
     her, panting.
    For a while, there was no sound other than their breathing. As the tremors finished
     coursing through his body, Kintore slowly became aware of the lavender and rose scent
     of Alexandra’s hair, of the sensual warmth of her damp skin against his, of the smoothness
     of her thigh against his hip, and of the