Page 106 of Dukes for Dessert

His lips trailed down her abdomen, moving meticulously as he kept up his attention on one breast. His other hand slipped down between her legs and teased her folds.

“So wet and ready for me. But I think I need to taste you first. The sample I had earlier wasn’t nearly enough.” His mouth descended on her sex, his thumb pressing on her clitoris as he licked along her flesh.

She gripped his head as he skimmed his hand from her breast to her hip. He brought her leg onto his shoulder and thrust his tongue inside her.

The orgasm that had been lingering just beyond reach rushed toward her. She was both desperate for release and didn’t want the anticipation to end. Ultimately, there was no choice. He stroked her clitoris, then sucked her flesh until she cried out, her muscles clenching as she came. She froze for a moment, her body caught in that state of sheer ecstasy when she felt as if she floated somewhere outside herself. Wave after wave crashed over her, and he was relentless, his fingers and mouth working her until she was completely spent.

Her legs began to quiver, and she opened her eyes to see he was removing his pantaloons. His cock sprang free, tall and hard amidst a nest of dark hair.

She licked her lips, and he groaned. “Next time, Juno. Right now, I’m going to slide so deep inside you that we’ll have no notion of where one of us ends and the other begins.”

His words tantalized her, but it was more than that. They carried weight, a promise of something that went beyond this physical joining.

No, she wouldn’t think of that. They had tonight, this blissful moment, and that would be enough.

“Take me, Dare,” she demanded, doing as he told her. Pushing up from the mattress, she rearranged herself lengthwise on the bed and spread her legs in invitation. She reached for his cock, curling her hand around the hard velvet shaft.

His hips jerked and he climbed onto the bed, settling between her thighs. Slipping his hands beneath her backside, he tilted her hips. She bent her legs and guided him to her sex. His flesh nudged at hers, and passion tightened within her once more. She’d thought she was spent, but she had much more to give.

Juno gripped his backside and pulled him into her, squeezing her legs around him. He thrust deep, just as he said he would.

She wanted him hard and fast, her body eager for another release. But he moved slowly, sliding in and out as he kissed her.

“Faster, Dare.”

“Shhh. In a moment. This is the greatest moment of my life, and I’m going to enjoy it.”

Pleasure flushed through her and she kissed him back with a fervent sweetness, wanting to sear this memory onto her brain for all time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his body moving over and within her. “So joyful. My world was so much darker before you walked into it.”

Emotion welled inside her. Then he began to move fast, and she lost herself in the rhythm of their bodies gliding together. Rapture built, and she fell over the edge once more, mindless as he drove into her until his orgasm swept him away.

She felt him tense just before he cried out. It started as that low, wonderful growl and ended with something primal that made her shiver.

Holding him tightly, she kissed him—shoulder, cheek, forehead, mouth. How could she let him go after this?

She wouldn’t. Not yet.

“Do you mind if I stay awhile?” he asked softly, his lips grazing hers.

“Not at all. But you have to go before the maid comes to light the fire. It’s still dark.”

He nodded as he slipped to her side and onto his back. “We won’t get caught.” He looked over at her. “Will you ride with me in the morning so I can prove to you that it’s not overrated?”

She laughed softly, rotating so she faced him. Placing her hand on his chest, she ran her fingertips through the dark hair between his nipples. “I’d planned to leave tomorrow, but you offer a compelling reason to stay. I will ride with you. Thankfully, I have a riding habit. It’s quite smart.”

One of his brows arched. “You don’t ride, but you have a costume for it?”

“I always try to be prepared. And I’m afraid I have a crushing vulnerability for clothing.”

“Do you? I noticed you are rather well dressed for a companion.”

“I’m not your typical companion,” she said coyly.

He smiled, and she knew she would never tire of seeing him do so. “No, you are not. You are exceptional in every way.” He turned and pulled her braid over her shoulder. His fingers began to pluck her hair free. When it was loose, he arranged it over her shoulder, so the curls caressed her face “This is better.”

“Is it?”

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