Page 73 of The Duke's Virgin

Irritated now, I lifted my head to glare at him.

“What, are you expecting another invitation? After the way you acted in Montreal?”

His lids flickered, and his mouth went tight. “I deserve that.”

“Yes.” I didn’t look away. “You do.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry. I was worried about Emmett, and there were other things on my mind. But I shouldn’t have been so curt with you. I know that, and I’m sorry.”

The song ended, and another one came on. But when he tugged me up tighter against him, I didn’t pull away.

Why?

Because I seemed to be helpless when it came to him.

I couldn’t explain it.

But I was helpless.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured, lowering his head to mine once more, murmuring the words into my hair.

I closed my eyes, telling myself not to let the words mean anything. Theycouldn’tmean anything. I kept on telling myself that even when he whispered my name again, and when I noticed the music had grown fainter, and that the air was cooler.

He cupped my chin in his hand, and I looked up, realizing that at some point, he’d maneuvered us onto the terrace, where we’d been the first time he’d kissed me.

“Luka—”

He kissed me again.

And just like the first time, the feel of his lips on mine stole my breath away.

I shuddered in reaction as he caught my lower lip between his teeth and sucked as he tugged, then let go. I whimpered as he dipped his tongue inside my mouth in a slow simulation of lovemaking.

And when he finally lifted his head to stare at me, I was clinging to him.

He tugged the top of my dress.

I stiffened, and he murmured, “Shhh…nobody can see us.”

I looked around, panicking, but he was right. He’d led us into one of the alcoves, and he stood with his body blocking me completely from view.

“Look at your tits, Stacia. Fuck, your nipples are already swollen…see how hard they get for me?” He dipped his head, using one hand to lift my breast completely from the dress, and I sagged as he took me into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over the sharp point, then biting down lightly.

I saw stars.

Clenching my thighs together, I whimpered. My pussy ached already, for him, for this.

“Is there any reason you can’t come to my hotel with me?” he asked, his mouth pressed to my ear.

Twenty-Six

Luka

Moonlight gilded her flesh,turning her pale skin to alabaster. Her nipple was wet from my mouth, and her eyes were wide and hungry.

“Stacia.” Swiping my thumb across the swollen curve of her lower lip, I asked again, “Is there any reason you can’t come back to my hotel with me?”

It had to be my hotel.

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