The Hellion and The Heartbreaker

by McNare, Jennifer

  It happened so suddenly. One minute she was standing before him, offering herself, and in the next she was lying on his bed. She no longer had time to think or to question her actions as his lips unerringly found hers. She returned his kiss with fervor, feeling no shame or embarrassment, only excitement and anticipation. This was what she wanted, what she had been yearning for. It was an incredible moment, as amazing and wonderful as she had imagined it would be. Slowly she raised her hands, pushing aside the fabric of his shirt to run her fingers along the muscled contours of his naked chest, reveling in the feel of his warm flesh against her hands. She wanted to touch every inch of him. Trailing her hands along his well-defined rib cage, she felt him shudder in response. To know that her touch had the power to affect him was a heady feeling.

  As Scarlett’s hands explored the planes of his chest, Alec slid his lips to the soft curve of her neck, searing a path to the spot where her pulse beat at the base of her throat in a rapid staccato. Then, careful not to crush her with his weight, he moved his hand to her breast, pushing aside her dressing gown as his lips continued their sensuous journey. Her skin was impossibly soft and smooth, like the finest silk. He inhaled her scent; the fragrance was delicious and slightly floral, lilac scented soap perhaps. As his lips continued their sensual exploration, he cupped the fullness of her breast in his hand, gently massaging the plump mound and lightly circling his thumb along the edge of her nipple until it became taut. Scarlett moaned softly in response and the sound flamed his already burning desire. His lips moved to replace his hand, and ever so slowly he drew her peaked nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling deftly around the tiny bud.

  When Alec drew her nipple into his mouth, Scarlett arched upward in surprise and pleasure. Her hands moved to his back, her fingers clutching convulsively against his naked flesh as a delicious heat flooded her body. She’d never experienced anything like it. The feeling was so different than anything she ever could have imagined. It was both shocking and wonderful at the same time. However, a moment later, when she felt his hand moving downward toward the juncture of her thighs, she felt the first tiny flicker of fear. Things were moving more quickly than she had anticipated. Every delicious sensation was new and exciting, but slightly unsettling too. No one had ever touched her so intimately before. She forced herself to relax, afraid that if she showed the slightest hesitation he would stop, and she most certainly didn’t want him to stop.

  When his fingers reached the tangle of her feminine curls and the light pressure of his palm pressed against her pelvis, she fought the instinctive urge to tense, willing her body to remain still. The gentle movements of his fingers as he stroked her petal-soft cleft were not unpleasant, and within moments she once again felt a delicious heat unfurl in the pit of her stomach, and then slowly spread throughout her body. Moments later, when he gently slid a finger into her delicate folds, she could scarcely hold back her cry of pleasure. As his finger began to move slowly in and out of her body she did cry out, the sound muffled against his chest, for the gentle stroking rhythm felt absolutely marvelous. As his warm mouth and tongue caressed her breasts, his hand toyed maddeningly with her feminine center, sending her pulse racing. She felt the slight pressure as he slid another finger into her tight passage, while his thumb massaged her tiny cleft. She had never dreamed anything could feel so wonderful. “Alec,” she cried breathlessly, the first word she’d spoken since entering his bedchamber.

  Alec returned his lips to her mouth as he reached to unfasten his pants. She was so hot and wet; he felt his self-control slipping away. Normally he enjoyed the foreplay almost as much as the act itself, and over the years he had become an expert at building a woman’s pleasure. Usually he savored the anticipation of sliding his rigid staff into a woman’s body, patiently stoking the fires of arousal until they could no longer be held in check, but now, with Scarlett, he felt like an impatient schoolboy. He couldn’t wait to be inside of her for another moment. When he withdrew his fingers, Scarlett made a small sound of discontent. “Soon,” he whispered, against her lips, as he freed his throbbing manhood. Nudging her thighs apart, he positioned himself over her.

  As Scarlett felt the hard length of his erection against the softness of her inner thigh, she felt a moment of panic. In the next instant she felt the tip of his manhood pressing into her. “Alec.” She said his name anxiously, and clutched at his shoulders, her body instinctively tensing in anticipation of the pain she knew was about to come.

  Mistaking her cry for impatience, Alec grasped her hips and thrust himself fully into her tight passage. He felt the barrier of her virginity at the same time he noticed the sudden tensing of her muscles, but by then it was too late. He froze, his shaft fully sheathed within her now rigid body. Her gasp of pain pierced his passion-clouded senses like an arrow. “Oh Christ,” he groaned, burying his face against the side of her neck. He’d made a mistake, a terrible mistake. She was a virgin. What the hell had he just done? They lay there for a moment, both of them silent and unmoving as Alec struggled to mentally grasp the fact that he had just taken Scarlett’s virginity.

  As Scarlett’s mind and body adjusted to the feel of the thick, rigid staff that impaled her, she realized that the sharp pain had lasted only a moment, and now she felt only a mild discomfort. She gladly bore it, reveling in the fact that she and Alec’s bodies were joined together as one. It was an incredible feeling, something words couldn’t fully describe. However, after a minute, Alec’s motionless state began to give her pause. Was that it, she wondered? She could feel the tautness of his body and sensed he was holding himself back. She wasn’t naive; she assumed that there had to be more, but she was suddenly uncertain. Afraid to move, she quietly said his name. “Alec?” His head remained down and she could feel the warmth of his breath against her neck.

  Alec forced his head up, and resting his weight on his forearms, he looked intently into Scarlett’s face. Her expression was hesitant and uncertain. He was such a bloody idiot. He should have known she was a virgin. He mentally cursed himself. Not only had he just deflowered his best friend’s sister, he had taken her with as much care as a rutting schoolboy. He didn’t know what to say. I’m sorry, seemed a bit inadequate.

  When Alec merely regarded her in silence, his expression tormented, Scarlett decided to voice the question that was lingering in her thoughts. “Isn’t there…,” she hesitated, feeling her cheeks flush with sudden embarrassment. She watched Alec’s tortured gaze turn questioning. Despite her discomfiture at appearing woefully inept, she forced the words out of her mouth. “Isn’t there… more?”

  Alec was momentarily stunned by the tentative question. It was the last thing he had expected to hear. As he gazed into her beautiful, expectant face, he felt the tension gradually leave his body and his lips slowly curved into a sensual smile. There would be time to think and to castigate himself later. At present, he was sheathed to the hilt in her glorious body. The damage was done, and there was nothing he could do to undo it. Gently, he brushed his thumb across her petal soft cheek. “Yes, my darling Scarlett, there is indeed a great deal more.”

  Her shy smile was all the encouragement he needed. Slowly he shifted his position, watching her face for any sign of pain. “Are you alright?” he asked gently.

  The pain had receded, leaving only an unfamiliar fullness in its wake. Silently she nodded her head yes.

  Carefully, and as gently as he could, he slowly began to move his hips, watching her face for any sign of discomfort as he cautiously slid forward and back an inch at a time.

  Scarlett could tell that Alec was being as delicate with her as he could, and she appreciated his sudden tenderness. However, the pain had dissipated and she was now eager for what was to come. She didn’t want him to hold back. “Make love to me Alec,” she murmured, sliding her hands up his chest and around his neck, tangling her fingers in the soft waves of his hair.

  Her softly spoken request was all the encouragement he needed. Dipping his head, he c
aptured her lips in a smoldering kiss. He ravaged the inner softness of her mouth with his tongue as his hips began to move in a rhythm as old as time.

  Scarlett’s body came alive as Alec’s rhythmic movements set her heart racing. Hesitantly at first, and then more boldly she arched her hips to meet his gentle thrusts, and soon they began to move in unison, their bodies acting as one. As the pace quickened, she clutched her fingers at his neck, overcome by the pleasurable sensations suddenly coursing through her body. His hand once again caressed her breast, and then when he lowered his mouth to the sensitive peak she moaned in sheer delight.

  The tiny sound sent Alec hurtling to the brink. He wanted to take Scarlett with him, but his self-control was slipping. He couldn’t wait. With one final thrust, he pulled himself free of her body just before spilling his seed.

  Moments later, as the sensual haze that engulfed her began to recede; Scarlett realized what Alec had just done. If he had spilled his seed within her body, it could make a child. She understood that. He was being careful, for both of their sakes.

  When Alec could breathe again, he rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand, giving him a clear view of Scarlett’s face. Her eyes were downcast, shaded by her long lashes. “Scarlett, look at me,” Alec coaxed.

  Shyly, Scarlett did as he said and met his gaze. His look was intense and she felt herself blush. He was so handsome; it nearly took her breath away. The intimacy they had just shared rocked her to her core. It had been amazing, even more so than she had ever imagined it would be.

  “Are you alright?” he asked as he had before, concern evident in his voice. He realized then that he was still wearing his shirt and breeches. He felt like a complete ass.

  She merely nodded in response, still staggered by all that had just happened.

  “I am so sorry, Scarlett. If I had known you were a virgin, I wouldn’t have been so rough.” He began, truly appalled with himself. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  His words surprised her. Her shyness suddenly forgotten, Scarlett looked at Alec questioningly. “You thought I wasn’t a virgin?”

  At once, he realized his mistake. “No, I…that is…I’m sorry, that was stupid. I wasn’t thinking.”

  Scarlett turned her head to the side, mortified. Obviously her behavior had led Alec to believe she was little more than a brazen hussy, offering to him only what she had readily given before. She closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that suddenly threatened to spill forth.

  Alec cursed himself for a fool. He reached out and gently grasped her chin, turning her face toward him. “Scarlett…please look at me.” When she finally opened her eyes, her lashes were spiked with tears. He felt like he’d been punched in the gut.

  “You must think I’m…”

  He pressed his thumb lightly against her lips, cutting off her tortured whisper. “I think you are beautiful, and intelligent, and kind, and witty, and charming and absolutely perfect,” he told her with conviction. Slowly, he lowered his head, brushing a feather light kiss across her lips. “Please forgive me,” he whispered. Tracing his thumb across her cheekbone, he was rewarded with a slight, tentative smile.

  They gazed silently into each other’s eyes for several long moments before Scarlett raised her hand and lightly touched Alec’s cheek. She brushed her fingers across the slight roughness of his skin, unshaven since morning, so different from her smooth complexion.

  Unable to help himself, Alec dipped his head and took possession of her lips. His kiss was gentle at first, and then became more demanding. When Scarlett slid her hands up his chest and around his neck, he plundered her mouth with his tongue. Scarlett returned the kiss with an eagerness that surprised him. Eventually he broke the kiss, afraid of becoming too aroused. He hadn’t bedded a virgin since his days as an immature youth, when he’d been far more focused on his own pleasure than that of his partner. Despite the desire that was once again coursing through his veins, he wasn’t about to cause Scarlett any additional pain. He had already made a debacle of her first sexual experience and he wasn’t about to make it any worse. Rolling onto his back, he pulled Scarlett with him, so that her head lay against his chest as he cradled her in his arms.

  As Scarlett’s cheek rested on Alec’s muscled chest, she could hear the gentle beating of his heart and feel the soft pressure of his hand as he gently rubbed small circles against her back. She had never felt so relaxed and content, but despite her lethargy a part of her was acutely aware of the naked skin beneath her hand. Hesitantly, she began to trace the contours of his torso, her fingers moving steadily upward to tangle within the silky hair that lightly covered his upper chest. She felt Alec’s body tense when she began to place tiny kisses upon his warm skin. Though he remained still, she could feel his manhood harden against her thigh, giving her the courage to lightly trail the tip of her tongue along his firm pectoral muscle.

  Alec had remained relatively motionless at Scarlett’s initial, tentative exploration of his chest, trying valiantly to keep his desire in check, amazed that he was ready for her again so soon. However, the feel of her tongue gliding decadently across his chest was more than he could bear. He sucked in a deep breath. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to toss you onto your back and ravish you all over again,” he groaned, fighting to control his traitorous body.

  Scarlett hesitated for only the briefest moment, and then deliberately trailed her tongue up to the curve of his neck.

  Alec’s arms tightened around her, his shaft now rock hard and throbbing against her inner thigh. “Scarlett, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Lifting her head, she met his hungry gaze with one of her own. “You won’t.”

  He raised his hand and delved his fingers into her glorious hair, brushing his thumb against her temple. “Alright angel, but this time we are going to do this the right way.” Pulling her to him he kissed her until she was breathless, and then gently laid her aside. “I want to see you,” he told her, rising from the bed. Swiftly he walked toward the drawn drapes and parted them, filling the room with moonlight.

  Scarlett reached to pull her dressing gown around her as Alec turned from the window.

  “Don’t.” His gentle command arrested her in mid-motion. “Let me look at you,” he murmured softly, moving toward the bed.

  As he neared, Scarlett’s eyes were drawn to his jutting manhood, his shaft long and thick. Her gaze was quickly drawn upward however, when he slowly began to remove his shirt. She watched in awe as the sleeves slid from his arms, leaving his chest completely bare. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes from the taught muscles that rippled across his abdomen. He reached the side of the bed, and then just as slowly slid his pants down his muscled thighs and stepped out of them, watching her watch him. Placing his knee upon the mattress, he reached toward her. “Jesus, you’re so beautiful.”

  Scarlett felt as if her body had caught fire as Alec’s hand brushed against her stomach, then moved up to caress her breast. He rubbed his thumb across her nipple and watched for her reaction. Her body trembled and she arched against his hand as he lightly teased the sensitive peak. With infinite slowness, his gaze traveled from her lush breasts down to her slender waist and hips, stopping for a moment at the delicate curls between her thighs, and then moving down the length of her incredibly long legs. Her body was unbelievably perfect.

  Alec’s intense perusal of her body should have made her uncomfortable, but instead, it made her feel marvelous. He obviously liked what he saw. She was suddenly grateful for her womanly curves and lush femininity, thrilled that the sight of her body gave him pleasure.

  Leisurely he stretched out beside her on the bed. He pushed her dressing gown from her shoulders, sliding her arms free, and then tossed it aside. His gaze returned to her face as his fingers splayed across her flat stomach, then traveled downward, little by little.

  Scarlett’s breathing became erratic as Alec’s fingers delved into her soft curls, and then oh so gently separated her petal so
ft folds. She closed her eyes, her teeth biting gently against her lower lip as he rubbed his fingers unhurriedly back and forth across her moist cleft, and then slowly slid one long slender finger into her fevered body. “Alec,” she cried softly, as his finger began to move in the now familiar rhythm.

  “Touch me, Scarlett,” he whispered against her cheek, moving his lips to kiss the delicate curve of her throat.

  As he continued to toy with her sensitive flesh, Scarlett opened her eyes, and her hands began a sensual journey of their own. She trailed her fingers along his ribcage, and then down to the curve of his muscled thigh. She skimmed his taut buttocks and then moved to the pulsing heat of his erection. Tentatively, she ran her fingers along the rigid staff. Hearing his groan of pleasure, she became bolder, closing her hand around the solid length of his manhood. She began to copy his rhythm, sliding her hand slowly back and forth.

  Scarlett’s innocent explorations, along with her tiny moans of pleasure, were driving Alec crazy. She was so hot and wet he could barely stand it, but he didn’t want to rush. This time, he wanted to savor every single moment. As he continued to arouse her with his fingers, he began to lavish her breasts with his tongue.

  Scarlett was on fire, every nerve in her body alive and humming. She felt as if she were reaching for something, wanting something, but didn’t know what. All she knew was that Alec’s skilled fingers were driving her mad. “Alec,” she moaned, her senses spiraling out of control.

  “Soon darling, soon,” Alec told her, sensing she was nearing the brink. Withdrawing his fingers, he positioned his body above hers.

  She looked deep into his eyes as he covered her body with his own. He was so confident and self-assured, so virile and utterly masculine. She trusted him completely and parted her thighs without the slightest hesitation.

  When Alec entered her, Scarlett felt no pain, only a thick rigid heat. When he began to move, ever so gently, she couldn’t believe how good it felt. She dug her fingers into the rippling muscles of his back, her entire body awash with pleasure. Gradually he increased his tempo, and Scarlett’s body responded in kind. They moved as one for several long, enjoyable minutes, as he murmured erotic, encouraging words into her ear, guiding her into the realm of sexual ecstasy. She whimpered helplessly as an intense yearning consumed her, building and intensifying with each passing second. Once again she felt as if she was reaching for something, but she wasn’t sure exactly what that something was.