Page 37 of The Duke's Virgin

Even though it was stupid and wrong, I dropped my shoes and reached for him, and the two of us were locked around each other, hands grabbing and tongues twined.

I moaned and pressed against him, jerking at his shirt where he’d tucked it into his trousers. Soon, hot muscled skin met my questing fingers as I shoved the material upward. He grabbed the hem of my skirt, and I shivered as his palms spread over my thighs before gliding up, moving higher and higher, until his big hands cupped my ass.

He pulled me against him.

My belly contracted as the ridge of his cock pulsed against me, all the muscles clenching while other parts of me went wet and hot and loose.

He nudged me backward, then stopped abruptly. Before I could figure out why, he broke the kiss and lifted his head, staring at me.

His hand, hot and hard, curved over my neck, and I could feel the way my pulse lunged at his touch, as if to beg for more.

He pressed his lips to my ear. “Should I stop?”

I sucked in a breath, eyes locked wide on his face while indecision flickered to life inside. After a few taut moments, I said, “I should say yes. I should tell you to fuck right the fuck off…Your Highness.”

“Are you going to? I deserve it.” That same muscle pulsed in his jaw, and his lids twitched.

I felt his body tighten almost imperceptibly, too, as if preparing for the rejection. If I was smart, I’d tell him to stop. I’d walk back into the house, plant my ass at Aeric’s side, and zone out until it was time to go home.

Somehow, with just a few words, Luka had managed to hurt me in a way I couldn’t have predicted.

But, really, I was going home tomorrow.

He couldn’tdothat again. I’d never see him once I left Monaco, most likely. I’d makesureof that. No more parties with Aeric when I visited. No more Formula One races. I’d stay out of his orbit.

So…why not give in?

That was what my body wanted, no doubt.

I summoned up the smile I’d learned at my mother’s knee. “I go back home tomorrow, and I’ll never have to see you again, so…no. I’ll wait until after.”

“Good enough.”

I had no time to brace myself before he hauled me into his arms.

It seemed to take a lifetime, but it likely was only a minute or two before he stopped and put me down. Apprehension—and an excitement I couldn’t contain—flared to life as he turned me around then nudged me forward until I was bent over a pretty ornamental bench.

He shoved the skirt of my dress up over my hips, baring my ass, covered now only by black silk panties. The sensation of his fingers trailing over the silk covering the wet heat between my thighs made me gasp. He grabbed my hips next, and I whimpered, shivering as he thrust his cock against me.

He stopped after only seconds, and I moaned, pushing back.

He braced a hand on the small of my spine. “Patience…I’m just getting a rubber.”

The words barely made sense, but Ididprocess the fact that he wasn’t leaving, and I locked onto that, curling my fingers around the wooden slats of the bench.

“One condom…fuck, Stacia. Had it for a while, but at least I’ve got one.”

Again, the words barely connected, my spine undulating, need ripping into me.

Behind me, Luka swore, and abruptly, he caught my panties and yanked them to my knees before taking my hips in his hands.

“This tattoo, Stacia…”

I shivered as he traced his fingers over the seahorse that cavorted over my right hip, a few water bubbles trailing along behind, curling onto the top edge of my right butt cheek.

“So cute and sweet…so sexy and unexpected.” He bent down and kissed it, and I shivered. “Just like you, darling. Sweet…sexy…unexpected.” His voice roughened, the hands on my hips tightening.

I braced myself just in time, but not for the hard, deep thrusts I’d been hoping for. No, it wasn’t his cock I felt.

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