Page 14 of Good Duke Gone Rogue

His jaw fell open. She had remembered that offer? She took it seriously? And she was cashing in? Now? On the terrace.

The throbbing between his legs had become a drum beat. And a chant was forming in his head. One of them at least.

Take her. Take her. Take her. Take her.

It was in four-four timing, and it was strong. It was not a lilting waltz, it was a commanding battle cry. A call to arms. Literally. He needed her in his arms.

He stepped closer. Trapping her against the balustrade. Not trusting his voice, he whispered, “You want me. Here. Now.”

Her nod told him all he needed to know.

Except…where to take her and how. If he let loose and followed the trail of fire incinerating him, there would be nothing left to give her. And he needed to make this good for her. He needed to impress her. He absolutely, from his soul, needed to make sure she remembered this. Remembered him. And finally thought of him as a man.

“How do you want it?” He whispered into her ear, and a shiver chased down her shoulders.

“H-how can you give it?”

He sucked in a breath. Obviously she wasn’t an innocent. Her child was proof of that. But her response told him that he could be her first for many things.

“I can give it to you any way that you want it, Detta.”

Her soft breath cradled his neck. “I don’t know,” was followed by her fingers feathering their way onto his chest.

His hands slid up into her hair and grabbed a fistful of her silky tresses. He pulled back, firmly but gently, exposing her neck. Taking a bite, then soothing her throat with a kiss, he heard her gasp. Shudder. Sink into him.

He latched an arm around her waist while tending to her neck. He couldn’t do all that he wanted because he couldn’t leave a visible mark. Not now. As he licked, sucked, and nibbled his waydown to her breasts, their panting increased. Their breaths grew shorter. His cock grew longer. Already, he wanted to be inside of her. That would have to wait.

She leaned against the railing, and his body followed without leaving hers. She arched her breasts up and he knew where he could leave a mark. Wild. Primal. He dipped a finger below her bodice, grazing a nipple. A tingle raced through him.

“Reggie,” her moan seeped through his layers of clothing and skin there embedding itself in his heart. He would do the unthinkable to hear her moan his name again.

Gradually, with a second and third finger sneaking below her bodice, he was able to lift out one gorgeous breast.

“Now, this…mmm…this I need to taste.”

He brought her breast to his mouth and fit as much in as he could. Another soft bite, and then sucking on her nipple. Her gasps shot to his groin. Again. Again.

“Reggie,” she said just a touch too loudly.

“You must be quiet, darling,” he peered up at her. “We can’t have someone hearing you.” But he knew the best way to keep her quiet, if only temporary.

He met her parted mouth with his and a firestorm emerged. Her hands. In his hair. On his waist. Slipping through some small gap of fabric. Lifting his shirt, reaching around for his back. Clawing him. He groaned.

He pulled back to warn her, “Woman, you’ll be the death of me.”

“I want that death. The one they all talk about.” She panted. “Le petit mort. Give it to me, Reggie.” She was begging, “Please.”

His eyes widened. It was his mission to give it to her. Not just once. He would do it at least twice, right here.

He dropped to his knees with a moan.

“Reggie, where are you going? What are you doing?”

He pointed to the balustrade. “Hold on.” Ducking under her skirts, he inhaled deeply. It was futile to calm his breathing. Her damp quim was right in front of his face, and his thirst was unquenchable. This was the woman he had dreamed about countless nights. Her face. Her body. All over him.

There was no time to go slow. He kissed. He licked her. He worshiped her. His tongue led the way, forging a new path between her folds. No man had done this to her. He would be that man. Finding her bud, he licked several long languid swipes. Her moaning was increasing. Her thighs were clenching. So he went in for the kill. Mouthing her nub, sucking, kissing, a small tug. Her sudden stifled cry and buckling knees rewarded him.

He wiped his mouth and came up for air.

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