The Regency Bestsellers Collection. Bronwyn Scott

source of my hesitation. I haven’t wanted any woman with the fierceness I’ve been wanting you. Not in . . .”

      She clung to the end of that sentence by her fingernails. Not in what?

      Not in weeks? Not in months? Not in years, decades . . . a lifetime?

      Instead of finishing the thought, he left her hanging. Impossible man.

      He released her and ambled to the other side of the room. “Alex, lovemaking is something you should explore with a husband. Or at least with someone you love.”

      “But you’re not married. You’re not in love.”

      “No, and I don’t intend to be.”

      “Then why are liaisons acceptable for you, but not for me? It can’t be because I’m a woman. You take women as lovers all the time.”

      “Not inexperienced women.”

      Inexperienced? Now that was too much. She’d endured more in her lifetime than he could possibly imagine.

      “You don’t know what I’ve experienced in my life. Just because I’m a virgin, that doesn’t mean I haven’t lived. I’ve earned the right to make my own choices, thank you.”

      He rubbed his face with his hand.

      Alex went to him. “I know there’ll be no promises,” she whispered. “I don’t expect them.”

      “You should expect them.” His arm tightened around her waist, and his intent gaze swept her face before settling on her lips. “You deserve them. I’ve been shameless, letting you squander your first tastes of passion on me. Someday you’ll meet a man who has it within him to promise you the world. And the moon and stars and a few comets, too.”

      Curious that he should mention comets. At the moment, her heart threatened to burst from her chest and blaze a flaming arc across the sky.

      “Well . . .” She made a show of looking about the room, craning her neck to search the corners. “Unless you see that man standing about, I’m content to be with you.”

      “Alex . . .”

      Undeterred, she swept a touch along his cheek, treasuring the dark growth of whiskers there. Then, turning her hand over, she laid the backs of her fingers to his neck. In her best attempt at playing the seductress, she traced them downward in one long, sinuous, unbroken caress, past his Adam’s apple and down through the notch carved at the base of his throat.

      By the time her fingers reached his breastbone, she’d reached the end of her bravado, too.

      His heart pounded fiercely beneath her touch. Breath rose and fell in his chest. The rest of him remained so quiet and still, Alex’s insides began to quiver with doubt.

      Please, she silently begged. Take the reins. Make the next step. Don’t force me to crawl farther out on this limb.

      After an eternity, it seemed her choices were to act or spend the rest of her life staring numbly at the dark, flat circle of his nipple.

      She summoned the last of her courage and lifted her head. “Cha—”

      His mouth fell on hers before she could even complete the syllable. As his hand fisted in her hair and drew her into the kiss, sweet relief melted through her bones.

      Breaking away, he loomed over her, filling her vision with his raw, masculine presence. She couldn’t see anything else at all.

      Only him.

      When he spoke, his voice was so perilously deep it needed a fence and a warning signpost. “If it’s a lesson in pleasure you truly want . . .”

      “It is.”

      “Then it’s a lesson you’ll get.”

       Chapter Nineteen

      Oh, thank heaven that worked.

      In a single, fluid motion, Alex found herself swept off her feet and deposited on the bed. He laid her down on her back, and then he joined her, stretching out on his side and propping himself on one elbow.

      “As I told you, there are a great many ways.” He nuzzled her neck and ran his fingertips from her wrist to her elbow. “Perhaps you’ve discovered one or two of the ways yourself. In bed, in the dark, with your hands beneath your shift. Or in that orange-flower-scented bath, with no shift at all. Exploring all your body’s secrets, learning where the pleasure gathers and how it breaks.”

      She nodded, dizzy with sensations.

      “It’s different,” he murmured, “when the touch belongs to another. Anticipation lays a fuse through your veins. The slightest caress is a spark.”

      Good Lord. That was one lesson Alex didn’t need. He’d scarcely touched her, and she was ready to explode.

      His hand settled on her belly. “If you wish me to stop at any time, you’ve only to say it. Do you understand?”

      She couldn’t respond. She couldn’t breathe.

      “Alexandra.” He tilted her gaze to his. “When I ask a question, it needs an answer.”

      Somehow she managed to nod. “I understand.”

      “Good.” His gaze dropped to her breasts, glassy with desire. His murmured words sounded miles away. “Good.”

      His hand, strong and callused from work, claimed her breast. Kneading and shaping her through the thin veil of her shift. He pulled the fabric tight, and her dark, hardened nipple stood out in relief.

      He dipped his head, swiping his tongue over the aching, needy peak. She gasped with the keenness of the sensation.

      As he shifted his hand to her other breast, he dropped hot kisses on her lips, her neck, her ear. “I have to see you.” His whisper stirred her hair. “Alexandra. Let me see you.”

      She nodded.

      He raised his head, gazing down on her as he plucked at the buttons down the front of her shift. The first slipped free easily. He pressed an openmouthed kiss to the patch of skin he’d revealed.

      When his fingers moved on to the second button, however, he stilled. “I have a better idea.”

      “You do?”

      He rose up on his knees beside her, hooked his thumbs into a gap between the lowermost buttonholes—and yanked, ripping the two sides of her shift apart. Buttons went flying.

      She stared up at him. “Why?”

      “So I can buy you a new one. One that’s warmer, finer. As lovely as the woman who wears it.” He pushed the ruined garment down her shoulders. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to do that.”

      “It was rather arousing, I must admit.”

      The curl of his lips was wolfish. “Good. Because I have no regrets.” His gaze roamed her exposed breasts, making her tender flesh ripple and quiver. “God, you’re beautiful.”

      Instead of stretching alongside her, this time he lowered himself atop her. He weaved his legs with hers, pressing a broad, muscled thigh directly against her sex. As pleasure jolted through her, Alex gasped.

      Suddenly, he was everywhere. Licking and suckling her breasts, drawing a hand down her body to gather the hem of her chemise, rubbing his thigh against her cleft in an exquisitely maddening rhythm. Desire raced through her body like a pack of wild, hungry beasts. No part of her was safe. She had nowhere to hide.

      It occurred to her, rather belatedly, that perhaps she ought to be doing something, too. She slid her hands to his shoulders, clutching him tight.

      Then he slowed, easing his weight from atop her body and