Page 70 of A Scottish Bride for the Duke
“May we visit your estates soon?” she asked, her nose almost level with his.
“We may,” he said. “Over the summer.”
“Why not now?”
“Because I have business in London. All my banking is here, and this is where my attorney works. I would be a fool if I left now. And,” he added, leaning in closer, “this is where Moreton currently resides. I meant it, Isobel, when I said I would bring him to justice.”
And he’d been working toward it, making his inquiries. He could do such a thing from his estates, but not as easily, particularly when Moreton was here.
“I don’t like being in the same city as him,” she confided, and he tugged her closer.
“What did I say? You have nothing to fear from him.”
Her eyes met his, mossy green and dark. “And what about ye? Do ye think he will do nothing to ye simply because you are a duke?”
“He will find it harder to harm me,” he said, a grim note entering his voice. “I can assure you of that.”
“Ye are very confident.”
“Years of practice.” He brushed her hair back from her face. “Trust me. He won’t get to me. Not if he pays all the bandits in London.”
She giggled and felt the slow pulse of relief. “I don’t know how many bandits therearein London.”
“Very likely few,” he said, and leaned closer to kiss her. “Because we are not uncivilized.”
She slapped his shoulder. “Ye take that back.”
“Never.”
“Adrian—”
He kissed her again, settling her more firmly on him so she could feel the hard ridge of his arousal. With her, he was insatiable, and from the way she let out a slow moan into his mouth, she felt the same.
“We are not in your bedchamber,” she said as he pushed her skirts out of the way. “Does that mean the rules are different?”
“Not for this.”
He finally got the bulk of her skirts out of the way and reached between them, testing to feel her state of arousal. Wet—very wet.
Perfection. She wasperfection.
He felt heady in his desire, freeing himself from his falls. She made a mewling sound of want and he rubbed himself against her.
“Are you ready for me?” he murmured against her.
“Aye. Take me, Adrian.”
“Oh, I will.” He lifted her up then brought her down on his cock.
She let out a ragged sigh, burying her face in his neck as she sank all the way down. So wet, so tight, so hot.
He’d never had another woman who felt like this on him—this right.
He’d had her earlier that morning, before they descended for breakfast. A slow push between her legs as she lay facing away from him, and she had arched deliciously against him, grinding her bottom against his groin. It hadn’t taken him long to spill.
She rolled her hips, the angle limiting her movement to a tantalizing tease for the both of them.
“What if someone comes in?” she whispered.
