Forgotten Husband

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Author: Helen Bianchin
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary
fingers beneath the hair at her nape, then in seeming slow motion his mouth claimed hers with an element of possession she instinctively knew would harden should she attempt to pull free of him, and she swallowed convulsively as pleasure overtook warmth, touching each nerve-end as it coursed through her body.
     
    She felt strangely afraid—not of him, but of herself, and the wild sweetness that swirled within, encouraging a response she was hesitant to give.
     
    His tongue sought out every secret recess, every ridge, before lightly stroking her own tongue in an erotic dance that reached deep into her feminine core, unleashing emotions almost beyond her control.
     
    She was slowly melting, awash in a sea of delicious sensation, totally unaware of voicing a faint murmur of regret as he slowly lifted his mouth from her own.
     
    'Into bed, querida,' Alejandro bade firmly.
     
    Within minutes of her head touching the pillow her eyes became heavy, and it was easier to give in to somnolence than fight it.
     
    Alejandro stood for a long time in contemplative silence, his gaze dark and brooding as he surveyed her finely boned features, the sweep of blonde hair, the delicate texture of her skin, the long, thick eyelashes and the sweet curve of her generous mouth, softly swollen from his kiss.
     
    A muscle tightened at the edge of his jaw, then he reached forward and switched off the lamp on the nearby pedestal before crossing to the other side of the bed to ease his long body carefully between the sheets.
     
    Seconds later he snapped off his own lamp, and focused his attention on the shadowed ceiling.
     
     

 

     
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    The heat of the summer sun was reduced to a comfortable level by the car's air-conditioning, and Elise leaned back against the leather-cushioned seat as Alejandro slotted a disc into the stereo system.
     
    'This is a beautiful car,' she commented with genuine appreciation as it swept noiselessly along the arterial road heading north.
     
    'A Bentley,' he enlightened her, shooting her an amused glance.
     
    'It looks expensive.' The words slipped out unbidden, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
     
    'A luxury that affords me pleasure,' he responded in a soft drawl that sent a shivery sensation feathering down the length of her spine.
     
    As I do? Is that all I am to you... a possession?
     
    Permitting her thoughts to travel such a path was both fruitless and detrimental; it served no purpose.
     
    'You have been remarkably docile all morning,' he relayed musingly. 'I could almost believe you are treading eggshells.'
     
    'I woke early, and couldn't get back to sleep,' she proffered, for it was no less than the truth.
     
    He slanted her a frowning glance. 'You should have woken me.'
     
    'Why?' She attempted a smile, and almost made it. 'So we could both have lain awake?' How could she tell him that she had experienced a gamut of emotions as she had watched him sleep? His strongly etched features had been barely visible in the darkness and then, as the dawn sky began to lighten the room, she had been held spellbound by the stark beauty of his countenance in repose. The harshness was gone, his jaw and mouth relaxed, and his lashes curled slightly, their length and shape dark and lustrous. Fascinated, she had wanted to reach out and place a finger against the edge of his mouth, to trace a slow pattern over the firm curve and watch him stir into wakefulness, to open his eyes and witness their warmth as he caught sight of her. Instead, she had feigned sleep the instant he looked like rousing, and only stilled the pretence when she had felt him rise from the bed.
     
    Afterwards she had managed to dress herself, and on descending the stairs a startled Ana had immediately led her out on to the terrace to join Alejandro for breakfast. 'The car I was driving... was it badly damaged?' Alejandro slowed the Bentley to a halt at a set of traffic-lights, then turned to slant her a probing
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