Page 74 of Indecently Daring

“Yes.”

“Is that…?”

“Adam and Eve and the serpent.”

“Oh.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Alana giggled. “Now I shall feel thoroughly wicked all night. How delightful.”

“Dreadful girl,” he whispered, and kissed her neck.

Alana shivered.

“Are you cold?”

She nodded. “Freezing. Take my clothes off and warm me up.”

“Well, if you insist,” he said gravely.

The shivers continued as Harry began unbuttoning and unlacing, and even when he manoeuvred her to stand before the fire, they did not stop, for she was not really cold at all, only alight with anticipation. By the time she was in her shift and stockings, Harry’s breathing had quickened, his eyes grown dark, and Alana was bursting with impatience. Mama had suggested she let Harry have this time to unwrap her, ‘like the best kind of present,’ but it was not in her nature to remain passive and keeping her hands to herself was a struggle.

Unable to take any more, Alana grasped hold of her shift and tugged it up over her head.

Harry’s sharp intake of breath was her reward, the flush of colour high on his cheeks as he gazed upon her, making her smile.

“Will I do?” she asked, knowing full well that the look in his eyes was pure admiration.

“Do?” he repeated, his voice husky. “You’re a work of art, love.”

He reached out and cupped one full breast, testing the weight and squeezing gently. The shock of his icy hand and the desire that lanced through her made Alana gasp.

“Harry,” she whispered, and flung herself at him, her arms wrapping about his neck. She kissed him hard, and he responded in kind, his hands moving over her as he explored the unfamiliar landscape of curves before him. “Too many clothes,” she protested, tugging him to the bed.

He followed, attempting to undo buttons as he went. Alana climbed onto the bed and pulled him after her, his movements awkward as he struggled out of his waistcoat. She tugged the shirt from his waistband, and they broke the kiss for long enough for him to yank it over his head and throw it aside.

“Quickly!” she demanded, impatient now as she tried to help him with the buttons on his trousers, but they only got in each other’s way. Harry pushed her hands aside, laughing.

“Stop helping!” he protested.

“Then hurry up!”

“I’m going as fast as….” His words died on a groan as she slid her hand beneath the fabric of his small clothes and caressed his cock.

“Faster,” she whispered, eyes glittering with mirth.

“Can’t. Can’t think,” he murmured.

“Oh, then I’d best stop.” Alana let go of him and flopped back onto the bed, her expression one of complete innocence.

“You are cruel, Artemis,” he growled, shedding clothes so fast it was a wonder he didn’t rip seams and buttons in his haste to be free of them.

“And you are too good,” she said fondly, opening her arms to him as he went to her, covering her with his body. The heat of his skin blazed against her, warming her through, exquisitely hot and silky contrasting with the rasp of coarse hair. “But I think you could be wicked if you put your mind to it.”

Harry’s lips quirked, a devilish glint lighting his eyes that made her heart skip with happiness and anticipation. “If it’s wicked you’re after, I may have just the thing.”

“Is that right?” she whispered, stroking a hand down his powerful back to his buttock. She gave a squeeze and grinned up at him. “Mine,” she said with a happy sigh.