Page 17 of Misadventures with a Time Traveler

ALLIE

As soon as the words are out of me, I’m nervous.

Beyond nervous.

Talk about an escalated encounter. Not more than a half hour ago, I lay here ready to rub one out with nothing but my warrior stud fantasies for company. Now, said Hunk of the Ages—the literal embodiment of my wet dreams—is taking his method acting super seriously. All his antiquated but arousing words. His stunning, convincing nobility. And his stare…

Holy crap, his stare.

Though right now, I’m not sure “holy” is a good descriptor for him.

Any of him.

A Lucifer-dark look takes over his face. A growl vibrates through his chest. He pushes the sound into me the second he dips his head and kisses me. His intent needs no interpretation, aided by his hungry groans. I part for him, letting him conquer my tongue with commanding sweeps. I answer with passion that’s impossible to explain.

Impossible.

I seriously can’t figure it out. This need pushes beyond desire. This heat is more than simple lust. This man really does remind me of a mythical beast brought to life. Every detail about him enforces the impression. The urgency of his energy. The golden fire in his stare. The ferocity of his every move.

He’s unreal.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t deal.

Not that he’s giving me a choice. When he’s done with our kiss, he keeps staring as if I’ve turned into the center of the universe. Not just the hub of his world. To him, I’ve seemingly become the nexus of the world.

Which, to be honest, is freaking me out a little.

Okay, more than a little.

“Holy…shit.” I drag a hand through my hair. My fingers hit tangles, painful reminders of how hard I partied tonight. I silently curse Rae and Drue. They must’ve been trading giggles over the birthday surprise they paid to have waiting in my wardrobe.

“What is it, mon cœur?” He stares harder—if that’s possible. “Have I hurt you? Are you ill?”

A laugh spills out. “Oh, Hotness, it takes a much bigger effort to bring me down.”

“A bigger effort.” He tilts his head. “Do you mean like…this?”

I shriek as he seizes me by the waist and body-slams me onto the bed. Oh, wow. So much for thoughts of freaking out. Allie really digs your marauder angle, Hotness.

So maybe I can let go…for one night. Maybe it’s even my duty—to Drue and Raegan, I mean. They’ve probably paid a small fortune for Marquis de Luscious to do this. Wouldn’t it be like flushing their hard-earned money to toss him out on his backside? His beautiful backside. Yes, the same glorious glutes he engages while shucking his boots and pants.

It’d be so cruel of me to let their gift go to waste. Or right now, to let him go anywhere—

Except for the spot he does settle into.

Between my willing thighs.

“Ohhh…wow,” I greedily murmur. “Errrr…yeah. Somewhat…like this. Exactly like this.”

Remarkably, my answer seems to mellow him. Not a lot. Enough to smooth the hewn edges of his face, even as he first strokes his erection along my clit.

“Mon Dieu,” he praises in a gentle growl. “My sweet Alessandra. You are…sheer heaven.”

Reflexively, I gasp. Then horrifically, I giggle.

His thick brows push together. Damn it, even his frowns are sexy. “What is humorous?”