Page 89 of You Belong to Me
“It’s quite possible.”
“Can’t you think of something more…interesting to do, since this happens to be our wedding night?”
“If you mean making love, Petroff, believe me, we’ll get to that.”
He burst out laughing. “In that case, you might as well know that I visited each and every one of them while you were endeavoringnotto become a lady under my mother’s tutelage. And imagine my amazement when not one of them was able to tempt me into her bed. There was nothing left for me to do but pay them off.”
“I’m supposed to believe that?”
His expression turned sensually serious. “You’d better, sweetheart, since the last woman I made love to was you, and considering how long ago that was, I’m rather ravenous.”
Her blush was instantaneous and all the more apparent beneath her white negligee. And she remembered thinking that she was going to demand her rights tonight. She didn’t feel like demanding now, but the stirrings his confession caused insisted that she ask.
“Do you—do you think we could—?”
“God, yes,” he said hoarsely as he took the few steps that separated them and gathered her in his arms. But he didn’t kiss her immediately as he usually did, and his eyes were a soft golden glow as they searched hers. “Alex, there is something I probably should have told—”
“This isn’t the time for talking, Petroff,” she said as she put her arms around his neck and drew his mouth down to hers.
His groan thrilled her. His arms crushed her. And his mouth, his divinely erotic mouth, moved over hers in heated play, his tongue delving, hiding, forcing hers to seek, and she did. Oh, yes, she did. By the time his kisses had moved down her neck on a path to her breasts, her desire was already so hot she could have dragged him to the bed.
For all his being ravenous, he was showing remarkable restraint. Alexandra just didn’t know what it cost him. But he was determined to give her a night she would never forget. And she was determined to get him inside her before she exploded.
They ended up compromising, because he was undone by her saying, “Make love to me now.”
Her gown was divested before he carried her to the bed, and with her hands urging him, urgently guiding him, she had her first climax in moments, with Vasili following her to that coveted pinnacle so swiftly, it left them both breathless and clinging.
And then he hadhisway, and she found out what being lavished with kisses on every part of her body was like—unbelievably nice. His hands were so gentle, almost loving in his caresses. And her breasts, God, they were even more sensitive because of her pregnancy, and he really did adore them, fairly worshiped them with his hands and mouth, until she thought she would scream with pleasure.
She came again with his fingers inside her, because she was aroused so quickly by him, and climaxed so easily to his touch. And when he finally entered her again, it was so very different, so very tender and slow, and all the more glorious when they reached the ecstasy together.
He was incredible, and she pitied all those women who would have to do without him now. She wasn’t going to share this man, not even a little. And as they lay there together, her head on his shoulder, his hand still softly caressing her arm slung across his chest, she wanted to thank him for tonight; and for her, that meant giving from the heart what would please him the most and mean the most to her, and she knew of only one thing that would.
Softly, she said, “I’m giving you Prince Mischa for a wedding gift.” And then, because tears were already gathering in her eyes, she added, “But if you ever hurt him, I’ll take my whip to you.”
He saw the tears before she turned her faceinto his shoulder. “Alex, you don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.”
He hugged her fiercely. “Thank you,” he said humbly. “I’ll care for him as if he were my own baby.”
He realized she must have heard him talking to Stefan that time in the stable. But he also realized something else that filled him with joy. There could be only one reason that she would give up one of her beloved horses.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Alex?” he asked gently.
“What?”
“That you love me.”
Her head reared up so she could scowl at him. “Whatever gave you that—”
“Admit it, you love me.”
“I’d be a fool to—”
“You love me! Say it!”
“Why? So you can gloat? So you can—”
