Page 69 of A Game with the Rakish Duke
He laughed softly before turning back to her hand, an intent look on his face. Now, he was kissing each finger in turn, turning her hand over in his, so he could kiss the backs of them as well.
Catherine felt faint with longing. Her lips parted. She let out a small gasp when he took one finger in his mouth, sucking on it. Waves of sensation ripped through her. She tilted her headback, closing her eyes in ecstasy, letting the sensations flow unhindered.
Now, he progressed to her arm, trailing kisses along it until he reached her neck. She felt herself falling to the ground as he bent over her, nibbling and biting and grazing the soft skin with his lips.
Her eyes flew open when she felt him suck intently. It hurt… but the sensation was also so arousing that she started squirming, feeling warmth pool between her legs.
“We should wait,” she gasped, feeling herself on the precipice of losing control entirely. “It is broad daylight. A gardener might catch us…”
“I cannot wait,” Thomas growled, his voice thick with longing. “The gardeners are working on the other side of the garden today.”
He stared at her, his eyes focusing at last.
“But we will wait if you truly want to. I will be disappointed, but I will live.” He grinned, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes filled with a mischievous light. “It isquitean experience making love outside, you know.”
Catherine felt a thrill run down her spine. She glanced around. All was quiet. She couldn’t spot anyone. The only sound she could hear was the faint twittering of a bird in a tree.
“I… I suppose so,” she whispered with a slight smile. “Is it very naughty doing it outside?”
“Very,” he whispered back, his eyes half-hooded as he gazed at her. “So naughty, in fact, that I might have to take you across my knee and spank you.”
Catherine burst out laughing. “You would not dare!”
“Try me,” he challenged, his eyes twinkling wickedly. “Come and lie across me, and I will show you how to behave.”
Catherine felt another thrill. Her heart thudding, she did as he said, squirming slightly as she lay across him. She could already feel his strong arousal, but he seemed intent on drawing it out. And she herself was too intrigued and aroused to mind at all.
She closed her eyes, feeling him lift the skirt of her gown and bunching it around her waist. She felt her face turn pink. She knew he was looking at her naked derriere.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick. “Just beautiful.”
She gasped as he placed his hands there, caressing and fondling her behind, dipping one finger lower to the secret spot between her legs. Instinctively, she opened them. He was exploring her now, his fingers plunging into her moist depths, groaning under his breath.
Catherine gasped again, stiffening and arching, loving the feel of his fingers inside her, opening her up. A hot flush spread over her flesh like a fever. It felt so, so good…
Suddenly, she felt a light slap against her derriere. She yelped, and she tried to turn around to see what he was doing. But it was impossible. He had her pinioned like a butterfly to a page.
“Oh,” she cried as he did it again. It didn’t really hurt—more of a shock. And strangely, it was enhancing her arousal. “Oh…”
“Do you like it?” he whispered, his voice husky. “Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I do.”
He slapped her lightly again, plunging a finger deep inside her at the same time. Catherine squirmed, feeling almost lightheaded with excitement. She had forgotten entirely where they were and what anyone would see if they stumbled upon them. She was entirely lost in the moment.
Suddenly, he was moving, turning her around to face him. Desperately, he kissed her, parting her lips with his and fumbling with her bodice. She shuddered as he slipped a hand inside, squeezing and caressing her breasts, flicking her hard, erect nipples.
Catherine moaned. He ripped off her bodice, and his head bent to her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking so hard thatshe cried out. Tremors of delight were running through her. She knew she couldn’t take much more. She needed him inside her.
He moved away, gazing at her, his breath coming thick and fast. His eyes were unfocused, glazed with desire.
“I want you on top of me,” he whispered. “I want to watch you.”
Catherine gasped, feeling another hot sliver of desire as she registered how much he wanted her. He was already lying down, grabbing her hips and pulling her on top of him. He cried out with delight as she slid down on him, taking him in her moist warmth.
She arched her back, moving her hips, adjusting to the feeling. She had never been in this position before. It felt wonderful. She was in control, setting the pace. She gazed down at him, her lips parting as she started to move on top of him.
Thomas gasped, gazing up at her, his eyes shining, and he placed his hands on her hips, guiding her movements. They were slow and circular at first then as she grew bolder, she started to move quicker, bouncing up and down on top of him.
