Page 44 of A Duchess to Unravel
She straightened her shoulders, tilted her chin as she looked directly into his hard gaze.
“May Ipleasehave another lesson, Your Grace,” she replied, adding a sultry tone.
Pleasure burst through Alistair’s eyes, causing her own to rise even higher.
“Another lesson in what?” he asked.
For a moment Theo lost her resolve. He was truly going to make her say it!
“In pleasure,” she whispered.
“Louder,” he commanded.
Torture. This was pure torture. Yet Theo found herself becoming addicted to it.
“I want you to teach me pleasure, Your Grace,” she said, louder, and more clearly this time. It made her pulse jump to hear herself say it with such decisiveness, and strangely, she felt a surge of pride in herself. Not as proud, though, as look ofapproval that was now glittering in Alistair’s now nearly black eyes.
“Very good, little kitten,” he praised, beckoning her to him. “Come here.”
Theo felt another spike in her pulse as she moved on suddenly clumsy feet around the desk to stand in between it and Alistair.
“Stay,” he commanded, then leaned forward in his chair.
Alistair’s eyes remained locked on hers as he reached down for the hem of her skirts. His large hands wrapped around her right foot.
“Up.”
Immediately Theo lifted her heel from the floor and she shivered as she felt him slip her shoe from her foot. She felt his fingertips glide up her stocking, to her knee, and hook under the fabric, slowly dragging it down her calf. She trembled, her breath hitching as his hands massaged over the pads of her toes, her heel, ankle, then up and down her calf. She swayed at the pleasure and whimpered.
“Put your hands on the desk if you need to,” Alistair murmured, gently setting her bare foot back on the floor.
Theo’s hands reached backward and braced the large oak desk, sagging her weight onto it as Alistair reached for her right foot.This time she needed no instruction and lifted, letting his hands cast their spell and strip her from her second shoe and stocking.
The sound of Alistair drawing in a heavy breath as his hands grasped and massaged each of her calves had her backside leaning against the desk. She trembled as she fought to keep herself upright.
“Open your eyes, little kitten. I want ye to see me on my knees for ye.”
Theo’s lashes fluttered open at the gravelly sound of Alistair’s command. She hadn’t even realized she’d closed her eyes, and it took her a moment to find focus before she could look down. When she did, she gasped. Her mountain of a man was not far below her. Even on his knees, his mouth was level with her breasts, and those dark blue eyes, now nearly black, stared up at her with stark desire.
His devilish smirk was slow to form as he looked up at her, and as he held her gaze, he nuzzled her left breast with his chin. A whimpering gasp broke through Theo’s lips. Even through the fabric of her gown she could feel the heat of him seep through and harden her nipples to painful peaks.
“What do you want to feel?” Alistair asked, his hands stroking higher up her thighs.
“This,” she breathed.
“Just this?”
“No!” she whined, then whimpered when his hands found her backside and massaged.
He moved her away from the edge of the desk.
“Then tell me,” he commanded, his voice undoing her even further.
Theo’s thighs began to tremble as the moisture between her legs intensified. A throbbing had started somewhere low in her pelvis, pulsing with every beat of her heart.
“Kiss me,” she breathed. “Please, Alistair.”
“Here?” He asked, then nipped playfully over her left breast.
