Chapter 8: Piqued My Curiosity

His lips trail a blaze of hot desire across my jawline and down to the base of my neck.

Eyes closed, a moan leaves the tip of my tongue.

The warmth of his lips permeates through the fabric of my dress, leaving a hot trail over to my left breast.

His mouth closes over the fabric, and he catches an erect nipple gently between his teeth.

I arch my back, pushing my breast closer to his mouth.

Alexandre's hand closes over my right breast, stimulating the sensitive bud while his mouth continues to caress the left.

My body quivers under his touch.

Drawing my legs up, I tilt my pelvis upward against his frame. His left hand slides down my side and over my hip. He takes hold of my thigh, easing it out and upward.

"Ooh." My body stiffens, and I wince under him.

He lifts his frame off my body, supporting his weight with his arms.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, searching my eyes. "If I did, I am truly sorry."

"My thigh is sore," I reply, barely above a whisper.

"Ahh, then allow me to kiss the hurt away," he says with a wolfish grin, then slides down my body.

My eyes widen, and I pull away from his grasp.

"Wait, what are you going to do?"

He pulls my body back down under his frame.

"Be still and lie back, ma chere, and you shall find out," he says, lowering his head between my inner thighs. "Your hands should be above your head, no?"

He pauses, and then looks up, appraising me with a watchful gaze.

I stare into the clear blue depths of his eyes for several seconds before lying down and placing my hands back over my head.

To my surprise, he exhales a heavy ragged sigh, which makes me smile. I didn't realize he was holding his breath, waiting to see what I was going to say or do.

Taking hold of the hem of my dress, he lifts the garment above my abdomen, exposing my lacy lavender panties. When his lips make contact with my inner thigh, I jump.

"You must remain still." He wraps his arms around my legs to keep my hips from jetting off the couch.

He leaves a trail of warm kisses from my inner thigh to the hollow of my hip, taking great care in avoiding any tender areas of flesh.

His teeth nip and nibble on the skin above my right hip bone, which makes me pull my legs up and giggle.

"You are ticklish, no?" he asks with a chuckle, easing my legs back down.

"Yes, I'm sorry," I reply.

"Are there any other ticklish areas I should be aware of?" he asks, then nips the skin around my belly button.

"I don't think so." I shake my head.

"Then you do not know?" He grins again. "Shall I find out?"

My eyes widen and I nod.

"Very well." He makes his way up my abdomen slowly, testing each spot before moving on.

His warm lips kiss the skin under my right rib.

A giggle slips past my lips, and I pull my legs up, kneeing him on the side.

Drawing in a deep breath, he pushes up on his arms to peer into my eyes.

"You must learn to relax."

"I'm really sorry," I say, chewing on my lower lip. "I didn't realize that was going to happen."

"Your beautiful legs are weapons. If you cannot keep them from moving, I may have to restrain them for my safety."

My heart skips a beat, and I shake my head.

"No, I don't want you to do that. I don't want to be tied."

"Then do not move your legs if you want me to continue my exploration."

I close my eyes and focus on keeping my legs still.

He runs a hand over my right hip, and my body tenses, but I manage to keep my legs in place.

Well, for the most part.

I busy my mind with thoughts about plot and character development and go over my checklist for setting the next scene in my current work in progress.

What is the location? Is it an internal or external scene? What time of year is it? Is it day or night? What is indigenous to the area?

"Ma petite chere, open your eyes," Alexandre commands, pulling his frame up the full length of my body until we're face to face again.

I open my eyes and find him observing me.

"What were you thinking about just now? I know it had nothing to do with what I was doing to your body. So, tell me what you were thinking. I want to know."

"I was trying to block out the ticklish spots because I didn't want to move."

"Okay, but what were you thinking about?" he asks with an amused grin. "You have piqued my curiosity now."

"I um, I was thinking about the writing mechanics of setting up a scene I need to write, as well as the character and plot development formats I'll follow."

He chuckles softly and shakes his head.

"You did an exorbitantly good job, so well, in fact, you did not feel anything I was doing because you were too tense," he says, caressing my face. "If I promise not to restrain your legs, will you relax your body for me?"

I nod my head.

"Yes," I say, and then chew on my quivering lower lip.

"You do that a lot, no?"

"What?"

"Chew on your lip when you are nervous." He brushes the bottom of my mouth. "It is very sensual and not to mention distracting to the opposite sex. It makes me want to chew on your tasty full lip as well."

"I'm sorry," I say, softly and my eyes widen.

"Do not be sorry," he says with a devilish grin. "Just know, the next time I see you do it, I am going to chew on your succulent lip too. You have been forewarned."

My lips curl upward into a smile.

"So, then, what you're saying is that I shouldn't do this then, right?" I ask, chewing on my bottom lip.

He narrows his eyes. "I think you are openly flirting with me, no?"

"Possibly, but I think the real question is, what are you going to do about it now?"

"Ahh, there are many things I want to do to you and your body. However, I will take it slow with you because I do not want to frighten you away," he says, lowering his head to capture my lips.

He sucks my lower lip up between his teeth, and gently nibbles on it, making me laugh.