Page 25 of The Duke's Wicked Widow
Tits tits tits tits. “They’re fine, Ellie,” he rasped, tightening his hold on the glass to keep from reaching for her.Tits.“More than fine.” His tongue dragged along his lower lip. “They’re…smashing.”
Her lips quirked as she peeked up at him from under her lashes. “Smashing?”
Shite, she was teasing him now?
“Perfect. They’re perfect.”
Fawkes knew he couldn’t resist this woman any longer. Carefully, deliberately, he placed the whisky on the shelf beside the decanter, then crossed to the sofa. He lowered himself to sit in the center, planting his booted feet and spreading his knees.
And still she stood there in the center of the room, her unbuttoned blouse hanging off her shoulders, her hands cupping her breasts. Her breaths were coming in little pants, and as he watched, her nipples hardened.
She was aroused, aye. She was desperate.
Well, fook it, so was he.
Fawkes shifted, spreading his legs open a bit more to allow more room in his crotch. His trousers were too tight and he wanted to unbutton them, to allow his cockstand more freedom.
But he knew if he did that, he’d be lost. She’d sink down atop it and he’d spill inside her, and it would be absolutely fooking glorious.
So why are ye fighting it?
Because he wanted no bastards. Yet here he was.
“Take down yer hair,” he rasped.
Ellie started. “W-what?”
“Yer hair. Take it down. Ye’re trying to seduce me, aye? Men like to see their women’s hair down. Makes them look less civilized. More wonton.”
“I think you meanwanton.”
His lips twitched. “I have a taste for Chinese food. Take down yer hair.”
She didn’t object further but reached up to slowly remove the pins from her coiffure. And she did it while watching him.
It should’ve been awkward. It should’ve been humiliating.
Why was it so goddamned arousing?
When her dark hair hung down around her shoulders, Ellie slid the pins into a pocket of her skirt, reminding him she was otherwise clothed.
“Are ye naked beneath those clothes?”
She took a deep breath, and his gaze dropped hopelessly to hertits tits tits. Good lord, but he was easily distracted.
“We all are.”
Frowning, he met her eyes again. “What?”
“We are all naked beneath our clothes, Fawkes.”
He liked her.
It hit him all at once.
He liked her boldness, her shyness, her determination. He liked the way her brain worked.
And he sure as fook liked the way she looked, the way she felt, the way she touched.
