With a seductive smile, he reached over, plucked her from her seat and placed her on his lap. “There. That’s better.” With a hand on the back of her head, he brought her face closer. “Now, kiss me again.”

Chapter Six

Kit paused and waited to see what his little vixen would do. Alice had surprised him time and time again today, so he tried not to move when she inched forward and touched her lips to his once more. God, yes. He relaxed and kissed her back, doing nothing more than enjoying the feeling of having her on his lap, within such easy reach.

She’s a virgin.

He reminded himself of this for what seemed like the hundredth time since they started kissing, like whenever he wanted to whisper dirty words in her ear or slide his hand under her skirts. Which was often. He longed to do all manner of wicked things to this woman, to see how deep her passion ran, to discover what it would take to drive her wild. She’d placed a shell around herself, insisting she was shy, and Kit loved a challenge.

There was nothing shy about her kiss. Her lips were eager, her tongue demanding, and that hint of aggression made him impossibly hard. He kept it as chaste as he could manage, however, telling her how much he wanted her with just his mouth. That, and the erection digging into her backside. She couldn’t be so innocent as to not understand that particular message.

He let his lips drift over her jaw, down her throat, giving her soft kisses and gentle licks. This lesson was certainly more enjoyable than last night’s invasive question and answer session. She tasted sweet and delicate, a forbidden treat he hardly deserved but would savor all the same. To prove it, he lightly sank his teeth into the velvety skin of her throat.

Alice gasped and threw her head back. “Oh.”

“Like that, do you?” He moved to a different spot and bit her gently once more.

Her fingernails sank into his scalp. “Is this what people do? Bite each other?”

“Only if you’re very lucky.”

“I’m serious, Christopher.”

Christopher. Hardly anyone called him that anymore. But the word sounded different coming out of Alice’s mouth, a breathy rush of syllables that nearly blended together to become something new. A secret shared between the two of them.

He wanted to hear it again.

Putting his lips near her ear, he asked, “Who is kissing you?”

“You are.”

“Say my name, Alice.”

“Kit,” she said quietly, almost shyly.

“Wrong. The other one.”

“Christopher,” she breathed.

A sizzle raced along his nerve endings and gathered in his groin. When his cock twitched, she froze. “Was that . . . ?”

“You wanted lessons,” he said, “so now you’ve learned how you affect me. I cannot hide it. You should feel free to ignore it, however.”