“What I like about you—one of the things—is that you’re not done. With me.” His hand slid down the soft mound of her belly and cupped her between her legs. Then he gently parted her, and his fingers slid up inside her. She sucked in breath and moved with his hand. “You haven’t closed off,” he murmured into her mouth, “the way a lady will when she’s had enough.” She could hear herself whimpering softly as his fingers slid in and out and around, as he got slick with their juices. “Of course, you have other qualities, very fine ones.” His voice held a teasing note. “But I wouldn’t have guessed at this one while I was wooing you over lunch.”

“Wooing me?” she gasped. “Is that what you were doing?”

“What I was doing was concentrating on not bending you over the nearest table and taking you until my knees gave out. I’m amazed I was able to talk to you at all—ah, God, that’s sweet, Giselle. Those sounds you make in the back of your throat make me forget everything. Come down here.”

He pulled her until she was kneeling before the bed. She could feel him behind her, holding her around the waist, then stroking her buttocks and kneading the plump flush. “I could bite you here about a hundred times,” he muttered.

“Better not if you want to save room for breakfast.” She yelped as his kneading inched toward pinching. “Easy, Alec. I have to sit on that later.”

He swallowed a laugh. “Sorry. But Giselle sweetie, you do have the most luscious ass.” Then his hands moved lower until he was holding her open with his fingers. She could feel herself—everything in her—straining toward him, silently begging for him.

“Oh, God, Alec…”

“I like that, Giselle. I like hearing you groan my name.” He eased into her, inch by delicious inch. She leaned forward and braced her arms on the bed. “Now, if y’don’t mind, I’d like to hear you scream it.” He thrust, hard.

He stroked, and his hands were everywhere…running up and down her back, cupping her breasts, stroking her nipples…and then roughly pulling them between his fingers, as if he instinctively knew when she wanted him to be sweet and when she wanted—needed—him to be rough. She screamed his name, begged him to stop screwing around and do her, dammit. He laughed in pure delight, laughed while she writhed and groaned and shoved back at him. Then his strokes pushed her into orgasm, and he abruptly quit laughing and gasped instead.

She realized the sun had come up a while ago. Well, who gave a rat’s ass? She couldn’t believe the man’s stamina. She couldn’t believe her stamina.