Little Red Writing by Lila DiPasqua Page A

you.”
    Her words were touching, and he cautioned himself against having any more tender emotions where she was concerned.
    He should take advantage of her amenable mood and draw information out of her. But he didn’t want to ask questions related to Leduc. Or her past lovers. Not now. He nuzzled her neck, enjoying the way her silky hair felt against his face. He didn’t want to spoil this moment and found himself wishing that there wasn’t anything more complicated between them than their desire for each other. “There is still more to experience,” he murmured. “Show me where the bed is.”
    He felt her shiver of excitement before she stepped back and took his hand. The chemise hid little from his view. Her nipples were pebbled and her shapely thighs were bare, looking satiny smooth. His semihard cock thickened.
    He couldn’t wait to nestle between those soft thighs, feel them wrapped around him.
    They entered her bedchamber of soft pinks and light greens. She climbed onto the bed and was sitting on her heels in the middle, waiting for him, looking so lush.
    At the foot of the bed, Nicolas began discarding the remainder of his clothing. Her lovely eyes moved over him, stopping on his cock. He loved the way she looked at him, with such hot need. How will she look at you when she learns what you’ve been up to? He abruptly arrested the errant thought.
    Her delicate brows rose slightly. “You’re already . . . uh . . .” Her voice trailed off. She was unbalanced and endearingly flustered again, her nervous excitement, tangible. Accustomed to women with a more casual attitude toward carnal encounters, he found her refreshingly different.
    She is different . You’ll likely be arresting one of her sisters soon . How often have you done that to a woman you’ve bedded? Nicolas cursed the mental distractions. That was later. The future was in the future. This was now. And at this moment, all he wanted was to be with this one incredibly sensuous, bright, beautiful woman.
    “I’ve been hard for you for two days. One orgasm isn’t going to be enough—even an orgasm by such a talented mouth.” Nicolas tossed the last of his apparel onto the floor. “Come here,” he ordered, sinking his knees one at a time on the bed.
    Her nipples were driving him mad. They strained for him against the soft material of her chemise, and he was going to give them all the carnal attention those luscious peaks deserved.
    She moved close. He slipped her chemise off. Her arms were just about to circle his neck when he caught her wrists and held her arms apart.
    He let his eyes drink her in, taking in every appealing curve of her body and the pretty auburn curls covering her sex, already moist from her juices.
    He met her gaze, and realized she was watching him closely for his reaction. He wanted her to have no doubts as to what he thought. “You’re breathtaking.”
    She looked a little embarrassed but mostly pleased by his comment. “So are you.”
    Dieu , she was sweet—and disquieting. His thoughts were far too jumbled and soft for his liking, and he decided to blame them on his yet unsatisfied appetite for the ravishing poetess.
    She pressed her warm mouth to his and kissed him. Nicolas released her wrists and pulled her tightly against him, squeezing his cock between them. He groaned.
    Finally he was going to bed her and end his obsession to have her.
    Suddenly, she pushed away, taking him by surprise. His eyes snapped open.
    “I have something I need to tell you about myself.” Her hand was against his chest, staving him off. He didn’t like the earnest expression on her face. “I want to be honest with you.”
    His stomach dropped. No! Given the timing, that was the very last thing he wanted from her. Whatever she was about to say, he had a feeling he didn’t want to hear it.
    Nicolas clasped her wrist and gently removed her hand from his chest. Slipping his other hand onto the nape of her neck, he pulled her closer,