Twice Fallen by Emma Wildes Read Free Book Online

Regina was not shy about her enjoyment of sexual release. She gripped his buttocks and held him deep, and the way her inner muscles contracted was more than enough to send him into oblivion, the journey one of exquisite pleasure, as if he was being tossed past the stars and moon. Her cry mingled with his low groan.
    They lay panting together in the aftermath, her slender legs still locked around his waist, her voluptuous breasts soft against his chest. It had been as dynamically charged as ever, and though he doubted she would appreciate the gesture, he lifted his head and gently kissed her eyelids until they fluttered open. He murmured, “I wouldn’t mind staying in this position for… well, the rest of my life would do.”
    Wrong thing to say, you damn fool.
…
    If he could take it back, he would immediately. To a woman of Regina’s stalwart self-reliance he should have known better than to mention any length of time in regard to their relationship, much less bungle so badly as to use the phrase
rest of my life
.
    Luckily, and perhaps it was just in the aftermath of such explosive pleasure—or it had been for him at least—she was apparently in a forgiving mood, for she merely smiled with languorous charm. “I like the feel of you inside me, too.”
    A tricky moment successfully passed. The amount of relief he felt would need to be analyzed later because this was not the time or place, not while he was still in her arms, his weight braced above her, their bodies still intimately joined. “We are in accord, then.” He grinned to make the statement sound light and careless, his emotions just the opposite.
    “I think we are.” Regina stretched her arms playfully over her head, pressing her breasts more firmly against him. The evocative scent of lovemaking mingled with the hint of some exotic flower he hadn’t been able to place in her perfume. With one foot she lazily rubbed the back of his calf. “Hmm. I feel wonderful, Mr. Bourne.”
    “I couldn’t agree more,” James responded softly, his erection still rigid despite his recent release. His fingers feathered down the silken skin of her shoulder. “You do feel wonderful. I would be more than happy to demonstrate again the sincerity of my words if you will give me a few moments.”
    Her eyes were a mesmerizing gray color and those silver depths held a hint of amusement. “That sounds promising. In the meanwhile, we can bask in the glow ofmutual appreciation, or we can share a glass of wine. Would you like to take a look at my new work?”
    James was startled. She didn’t offer that. Or at least she never had before. In his twenty-eight years he’d had his share of lovers, but none quite as private as Regina. He wasn’t sure if that was why he was so drawn to her, but there was something intangible about her allure that really was not about her beauty or her glorious responsiveness in bed.
    He greatly feared for the first time in his life, he was falling in love.
    It was damned inconvenient it was with a woman seven years his senior who had no need of his money—she was far wealthier than he was due to an inheritance from her father—and who had made it plain from the fateful moment they’d met at a small dinner given by a mutual friend that she led her own life without apology. Somehow that evening he’d ended up with an invitation to accompany her home, and what had followed was one of the most memorable nights of his life.
    That had been a month ago and he had joined her in the evenings every opportunity offered, slowly discovering the fascinating state of her individuality.
    She didn’t need a man to protect her—neither did she want one, and it seemed she had eschewed altogether the idea of being a dutiful wife and mother, and being typically Regina, had no regrets over it either.
    One night, when in a more open mood than usual, she’d admitted frankly she was fond of her half brother, the current Viscount Altea, and also her half sister,