Page 62 of Her Duke Next Door
“Because you aremine,” he almost growled. “And I shall have you bared to me.”
He tugged once on her towel, unraveling it from her body.
* * *
Mary’s towel slipped from her body, and she stifled a gasp as the cool air of her bedroom, so different from the steam from the bathroom, rushed at her. She shivered pleasantly, her nipples pebbling at the cooler bite.
And Dominique’s gaze…
It was one of sheer predatory power and she found herself tumbling into it, reaching for him with unburdened passion. He rushed for her, and she collided with him, wrapped up in pleasure and urgency, insistence and desire that would ignite through her.
His hands found her bare hips, full and wide, and grabbed a handful of flesh as he groaned into a kiss.
“Your body was made for my hands,” he told her. Arousal pooled between her legs and she barely had time to register it before his hips were against hers, and she felt his length already stiff, gliding between the space where it was meant to go.
“Take me,” she breathed. “Take me, Dominique. I am yours.”
“Say it again,” he demanded, fisting a hand in her hair to tug her face up to his. He towered over her. Mary had often felt small in her life but it was never like this. He did not demean her. This was a looming, towering man who had sworn to protect her, and she felt safe at how small she felt in his grasp.
“I amyours,” she promised.
His hand on her hip slid down to her backside, fondling one side, then the other. Then he was at her most sensitive core, smiling wickedly at her.
“Look at how soaked you get for me so easily,” he said, sliding a hand through her arousal. “How aroused you are from simple words and glances.”
“You are—imposing.”
“Imposing?” he laughed darkly, kissing her neck as he thumbed over one of her peaked buds with his other hand. “And that excites you? Tell me more.”
Before she could think of another word, he slid one finger into her and she let out a wanton moan.
“Wait—wait, what if we are heard?” she gasped, trying to stop herself even as he continued his ministrations. His finger crooked inside of her and she dug her nails into his shoulder.
“We shall not be,” he promised. “We are alone for a while.”
“But you had an outing today.”
“Mary, right now I could not give a damn about anything other than taking you wholly.” Then he was kissing her, kissing her with every inch of desire she felt he had buried and hidden from her these last weeks. He kissed like he meant it. Like he was unable to breathe and she was his life source. It was powerful, demanding, hungry, matching her own desires.
Two fingers pressed into her now, preparing her for the thick length she could feel between his legs, and her eyes fluttered, slipping closed as she arched back against the wall, pressing her hips into him.
“Let me hear your pleasure, Mary,” he purred. “Let me hear your moans falling from that insolent tongue of yours.”
She could not help it. They fell freely as he curled his fingers in her, searching for a spot that had her jerking in unmatched pleasure. She had not felt so acutely wanted like this before as if she was the most desirable woman alive. Every inch of Dominique’s attention zeroed on her as he brought her to an overwhelming climax.
Her moans heightened, and she fisted her hands in his dark hair as she gasped through her, her hips canting up until she was shuddering and sensitive.
He pulled out of her and smiled deeply.
“I suppose—” she began, embarrassed at how she needed to catch her breath. “I suppose you shall be leaving now, as you often do?”
“Oh, no, Mary. We are nowhere near finished.”
His grin turned more wicked as he stepped back and tore off his jacket. As he began to undress, he gazed at her, head to toe. Her full breasts, her thinner waist, and wide hips, her flushed skin from her orgasm. His gaze darkened. Her own gaze fell on the stiff shape in his pants, straining against the fabric.
“On the bed,” he told her. “On the bed, and spread your legs for me, Mary.” He cocked his head. “Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she whispered, heat washing through her.
