Page 19 of Good Duke Gone Far

“Wrap your legs around me. Let’s get out of this water.” Bythis water, he referred to the less than an inch he was standing in. Who was ploying whom? But she didn’t care. In some ways it would be better if he thought he was making the move.

Gradually, she lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his solid torso. This was a new kind of danger, wrapping herself around him. Her bottom resting in his hands. She didn’t stop to think that those hands had a choice of where to hold her, all she thought of was how hot those palms were making her. The space between her legs was searing, right into his abdomen. By the time he had moved them onto the grass and leaned himself against a large rock, she was sure she had branded him with her own unique emblem.

She wiggled in anticipation of him releasing her. He just leaned back a bit further and widened his stance.

And then she felt it. An indisputable hardness between his legs, rising to meet her burning center. Nothing could pull her away from this man right now. This was most assuredly a pose she had seen in one of those naughty books, though for the life of her she couldn’t remember the name.

The name? The name did not signify. The name could be anything so long as the feeling burned in her. Yearning. Longing to be sated. She could feel the hardness and her body ached to rub against him.

And then she realized she was staring down at his hardness, where their bodies were meshed together.

When she looked up, his eyes were trained on the same place. She waited, gazing at him. She could feel the movement of his shoulders with each deep breath he was willfully taking. It was obvious he was losing control. The man who always knew the right thing to do, and always chose to do it, might have a weakness.

He spoke to where their bodies collided below, “I want that candy now.”

And then his jaw was softly brushing hers. He was going to kiss her. But he was asking her permission, giving her time to reject his invitation. Nothing on earth could make her decline that RSVP. This was a party she did not want to miss.

Using her cheek to nudge his jaw, she moved in a slow circle. Her nose found his neck and she breathed in his heavenly scent of verbena and rosemary, and something else entirely him.

He nipped at her neck and her head dropped back slightly. Her breasts tugged down on the fabric holding them captive. It was reckless, but she wanted his hands all over her. Or that’s what she thought until his tongue got there first. His mouth was all over her breast, licking, nibbling, sucking on her. Her legs squeezed his hips and both her hands tangled into his hair. There was no possible way to satisfy the closeness she ached to have with him. But if she had to ride him to earn that closeness she would.

“Oh God, Quinn,” her moan was lost as he raked his hand through her hair and pulled her mouth to his. Gentleness evaporated and in its place, passion stole the man. His tongue played with her mouth, encouraging her to open to him. Her tongue clashed with his, learning his movements, what made him moan, what made him harden even more against her.

She could feel her folds softening, opening to him. The wetness should have been mortifying, but it craved his shaft. She needed to rub against him, and he wanted to move between her. There was friction, with an onslaught of pleasure. Every time his hardness navigated up and down her center, she let out a long groan. It could never be enough.

“I know what you want. What you need,” Quinn’s words flooded her senses.

“Uuh..” she moaned into the small world that had devolved to only contain the two of them.

“Kat, do you trust me?”

“Yes, Quinn. Do it.”

One of his hands moved down, under her skirts, and squeezed a path up her thigh. It burned through her, around her, and out of her. It had nowhere to go. She needed more.

His thumb pushed through to where no one had ever touched her before. Exploring softly, touching, pressing, gentle circles.

“Here. Kat. Come for me. You’re so wet, I want you to soak me. Come for me.”

Come, where? How?The words were meaningless but powerful.

His words soared through her, targeting her most vulnerable parts. Her nipples tingled and her core throbbed. “Come for me.” He flicked her nub, and oh God she came. She good and truly left her body, floated on air for an era, and then came back, collapsed on his chest as a new woman.

A thousand thoughts poured into her in a split second.

This is what it meant to be a woman. This is what it meant to be fully alive. Fully herself. Whole.

She sagged against his solid body. She could still feel his hardness against her, and she realized that whatever release she had found, he hadn’t.

Her pleasure was eclipsed by his pain. Or maybe pain was too strong of a word. His ache. His need. She could still feel it pulsating through him. Her forehead pressed into his chest. She had no words. The woman who voiced her opinions at whim, had no opinions and currently no whim.

He was her protector. That much was clear by him riding out to rescue her, hiding her from harm, and rushing to save her again. From a rock. It didn’t matter what the danger was, he was there.

But what the bloody hell was she doing for him?

Filling his need? Not currently. Stroking his ego? There was no one to show off to. Unless it was for his own pride. He was one of the most private individuals she had ever known.

“I thought for sure you would have more to say.” His chest rumbled softly with the words.

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