Page 100 of The Duke's Wicked Widow
Chapter 17
Fawkes came awake slowly,a rare luxury he allowed himself time to enjoy.
The last three mornings had been oddities to him, in the most delightful way. Aye, he’d had his share of bedmates, but none had slept the full night with him. He had never been the sort of man to keep a mistress—couldn’t afford one, frankly—and had no interest in inviting doxies back to his flat.
But here at Hangcok Hill, with a connecting door between his room and Ellie’s…well, they’d seen no reason to deny themselves.
So aye, he’d spent each night with her in his arms, and waking up with her was a treat.
Now, unable to help himself, he allowed his palm to cup her hip before skimming his fingertips along the curve of her arse. It was snuggled up against him. She was the most delicious little furnace, giving off so much heat they hadn’t needed a spare blanket.
“Mmm.” She stretched, arching against him. “Good morning.”
His cock was already hard—he often woke up that way, but since havingherin his arms on a regular basis it was half-cocked at all times, it seemed—and all he had to do was flex forward for her to feel it. “Good morning.”
She rolled, her hair in a simple braid over her shoulder getting caught beneath her. Her dark eyes sparkled in the dawn light. “It is Christmas Day.”
“Aye, and Mother will likely have a fine breakfast planned…” He lowered his lips to her shoulder. “But I can think of a snack I’d like first.”
Chuckling, Ellie pushed away from him, rolling toward the edge of the bed. “Yes, but first—”
“Priorities,” he finished, watching her scuttle to the washroom, smiling as he heard her gargling. For some reason, she had this thought that she wasn’t attractive enough in the morning, with her sleepy eyes and morning breath and whatnot. She preferred to freshen up. Unnecessarily.
“Ye ken,” he murmured, taking her hand and pulling her closer when she returned, “ye dinnae need to worry aboutmethinking ye’re no’ fine enough.” When he stroked her skin, she made those little noises that drove him wild. “Ye are, and always will be, the most beautiful thing in the world to me.”
Always.
It was as close as he could come to telling her his feelings. He was in love with this woman, aye, but knew there was no future for them, and he wouldn’t be the one to point it out.
“Fawkes!” she gasped as he reached a particularly sensitive spot on her inner thigh.
“Ye want this, aye?”
“Aye,” she gasped again. “I mean,yes.”
Chuckling, he slid his finger along her cleft, loving the rush of moisture her body produced as she squirmed against him.
“Please, Fawkes!”
“Ye’re so fooking perfect, love,” he murmured, rolling over to his back and taking her with him.
Ellie straddled him and he helped her guide his cock to her opening. When she slid down atop it, they both sighed.
“Ye have nae idea what ye do to me,” he rasped. “Christ, I love yer cunny.”
Her lips curled knowingly as she threw her head back and she began to rock atop him. Bloody hell, he didn’t think he’d ever seen anything as erotic as Ellie taking her pleasure from him. “That’s a good lass,” he murmured, stroking her skin. “That’smygood lass.”
Soon she was panting, her hands on his chest, her movements less a rocking and more like a plunge. He arched his hips up into her with each beat, the thrusts making her moan. He was so close, so fooking close.
“God, Ellie, ye feel so good.”
“Fawkes!” she gasped again, and he could hear she was close too. Her inner muscles tightened around him and he reached between their bodies to stroke her pearl.
That was all she needed. Gasping, Ellie tossed her head back, braid hanging between her breasts, and came on his cock.
It was torture.
It was bliss.
