Page 25 of The Duke's Virgin

“What?” I stared at him, shocked.

“Lay back down,” he ordered. He edged closer to the bed, his thighs bumping into it. “Spread your thighs and touch yourself. You’ve done that before, haven’t you? I already know you have. There’s no way a woman as sensual as you are hasn’t brought herself to pleasure before.”

I started to argue that I couldn’t do something like that. Yet, even as I fought to form the words, I found myself staring into his eyes…then sinking back onto the bed, lying flat.

I could do something like that.

And I did, trailing my fingers over my belly, then down, dipping them inside the waistband of my poppy red panties.

“Spread your thighs,” Luka said, voice raw.

Shaking, I did so. The bed shifted under me, and I looked down as he settled himself on the bed, straddling my left leg as he continued to work his cock, his fist moving faster now, eyes locked on the wet, red silk of my panties.

I wasn’t so sure this was a teasing game anymore, because it somehow felt even more intimate than what we’d already done.

Holding his eyes, I slowly circled my fingers over my clit before sliding them lower.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered. “I can’t wait to see for myself. To touch you, taste you.”

I sucked in a breath, startled.

He laughed softly. “Do you honestly think I can look at you like this and not want to shove my face between your thighs and lick you until you’re moaning and whimpering and begging me to fuck you?”

I couldn’t speak now. I just couldn’t. Staring at him, breaths ragged, I tried to picture what he’d just said, his head between my thighs and his mouth…I whimpered and clamped my thighs tight. The movement shoved my fingers more intimately into my pussy, and I cried out.

Luka shoved off the bed abruptly. I couldn’t see him, but lust had me all but frozen, locked in place. Panting, trying to breathe around it, I lay where I was.

Seconds later, he was back.

His hands caught my knees, then slid up. I moaned as he caught my panties and dragged them off. He pushed my thighs apart and my face heated, apprehension trying to prick through, but instead of covering me, he stretched out between my thighs.

I froze as he lowered his head.

I was still frozen as he pressed his mouth to me.

But when he dragged his tongue through my wet folds, the spell shattered, and I lurched up, shoving my hips to meet him.

Then I jerked back, the sensation too intense as he flicked my clitoris. His hands held firm, and I couldn’t retreat, and after a few seconds, I really didn’t want to, anyway. I worked myself against him, any lingering hint of modesty or discomfort lost under the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure and sensation.

He took me straight to the edge, and I pushed my fingers into his hair, already anticipating the fall.

But…he stopped.

“Luka!”

He rubbed his stubbled chin against my inner thigh and pulled away.

If I’d had the energy, I would have grabbed him and hauled him back to me. I even tried to will my body to do just that, but he’d moved away from the bed, out of sight.

He was back before I could slide to the edge of the bed.

“That’s a sight I won’t forget any time soon.”

Flushed, I looked at him, standing framed in the doorway.Hewas a sight I didn’t think I’d ever forget.

He came to me, almost naked and gorgeous and confident.

And in his left hand, he held my little cross-body purse.

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