Free One Night of Sin by Gaelen Foley Page A

dripping umbrella, and closed the door. At once the room filled with the delicious, savory scents of Watier’s best fare.
    He set the basket on a pedestal table in the center of the room, poured two glasses of Beaujolais, and went to inform his pretty foundling that her gourmet feast had arrived. With the wineglasses dangling from one hand, he mused upon the pleasant task of looking after someone else for a change, instead of circling endlessly against the devils in his head.
    Sauntering into his darkened bedchamber, he had only gone three paces into the room when the candlelit vision ahead stopped him in his tracks. The dressing room door had swung open a few inches, thanks to its broken latch, so it was purely by innocent accident that he caught a fleeting glimpse of Becky’s naked loveliness.
    She had gotten out of the bathing tub and was languidly drying off, running that thick white towel all over her body.
    The chivalrous part of his brain gave the order to turn away—but somehow his limbs refused to obey, the command overridden by his awestruck male senses.
    Good heavenly Lord.
    Transfixed, his dazed stare trailed over her white hourglass figure. Her wavy sable mane hung heavily past her alabaster shoulders to kiss the sweeping line of her back. His gaze sank lower helplessly. Sweet hips, a derriere just plump enough to make his mouth water. Long, elegant legs that he needed wrapped around him, now. With a smooth motion, she slipped on his blue dressing gown and glided out of his line of vision.
    A jolt of lust throbbed through him belatedly. He suddenly remembered to breathe. Abruptly, he loosened his hold on the wineglasses before he snapped the stems.
    He fairly held his breath, listening: He could hear her moving about in his dressing room, humming softly to herself. The tender sound made him quiver like the tickle of light fingers running down his back. He forced his glazed stare away from the crack in the door, his pulse galloping.
    After a moment, he managed to fight the lion of carnality back into its cage for the time being, then struggled to recall his purpose in coming here in the first place. The vision of her silken body had chased every thought from his head.
    Ah, yes. The food.
    “Becky?”
    “Hullo.” She appeared in the doorway with a relaxed and sensual air, combing out the tangles in her long wet hair. Her cheeks glowed from the warm bath and there was a golden-violet luster in her eyes.
    Alec swallowed hard.
    The cloth belt of his dressing gown cinched her narrow waist, and with an inward moan, he recalled all too vividly that there was nothing beneath that fine blue silk but warm, white skin and heavenly curves. He could almost taste them.
    “Your, uh, dinner’s here.”
    “Bless you,” she purred. “I feel so much better already.” She accepted a wineglass and took a sip. “Mm. You were right. The bath worked wonders.”
    “Good.” Slipping his arm around her slim waist, he leaned down, captured her lips, and gave her a soft, slow kiss. He could not resist. She tensed at first, but he felt her yield after a moment, resting her hand on his chest. “Go and eat,” he murmured, releasing her with some reluctance. “Food’s on the table in the other room.”
    “I can wait for you.”
    “Go on, you’re hungry. It’s all right.” Brushing past her, he set his wineglass on the dressing table and then began unbuttoning his waistcoat. “I’ve got to get out of these wet clothes. Of course,” he added slowly, “you may stay and watch if it pleases you.”
    Shrugging off his waistcoat, he tossed it carelessly over the wooden towel stand nearby and offered her a smile.
     
    Becky’s heart was racing, her lips still tingling from his unexpected kiss. His silk dressing gown caressed her skin; already she felt wrapped in his pleasing male scent, entangled in his web of desire.
    She wasn’t really going to do this, was she?
    The thing of it was, there was hardly any graceful way out of