Page 27 of Dare to Love a Duke
She shook to be the focus of so much singular need—not merely a desire for her body, but forher.All of her.
For a long moment, they only stared at each other, eager breaths mingling in the narrow space between them.
I won’t think of tomorrow. Only this moment.
He lowered his lips to hers, but did not quite kiss her. “You’re here with me. Now.”
“We are together.” She lifted up just enough to bring their mouths together.
Passion and desire pushed the kiss, and they devoured each other in fevered caresses that seared her.
She felt herself falling, until the mattress met her back. All the while, she and Tom kissed with a madness that verged on desperation. She was supple with need, her breasts aching and full, liquid warmth spreading between her legs where he wedged.
“Dreamed of you like this,” he said in a rough, deep voice. He dragged his mouth along her neck, and then he bit her lightly. “Hungry for me. The way I’ve hungered for you.”
Her head spun and she realized that he’d turned them, rolling onto his back so she lay atop him. His hands roamed over her body, stroking between her shoulder blades, down the curve of her back. Each kiss and caress stoked her higher and higher. He was both deft and reverent as he touched her hair, then he licked along her throat and over her collarbone, carnal and adoring.
“Sometimes, before I sleep, I think of this, of you,” he said in a voice like whiskey. “I stroke myself as I fantasize how I’d touch you.”
The image of him with his cock in his hand sent a rush of heat through her.
“Don’t have to fantasize,” she gasped. She sat up, straddling him fully, and looked down at him.
He stroked up over her waist, along her ribs, until he cupped her breasts. A deep sound of pleasure rolled up from him as he caressed her, and she tipped her head forward, hot and restless, as he teased her nipples and lightly pinched them. Between her legs, his cock surged, and she ground down onto him. They both moaned at the contact.
“Christ God,” Tom said hoarsely, “you’re beautiful.”
She felt beautiful. Especially when he gazed at her as though she was both alluring sin and vital salvation. And she looked back, soaking in the sight of him in her bed.
He was made of tight muscle clinging firmly to bone, every plane sharply defined, his light skin smooth and taut. Dark hair curled temptingly over his pectorals and traced down in a thin line over the ridges of his abdomen. And there was that incredible cock of his, heavy and upright.
She was no stranger to the male body in all states of dress and undress. And she could say without reservation that he was the most exquisite creature she’d ever seen.
“You are unfair,” she whispered. “All this time, you’ve hidden this away, denying me the pleasure of your form.”
“Apologies.” His voice was a rasp. “Ah, hell,” he exhaled when she wrapped her hand around his cock and gave one slow, firm pump.
His fingers grazed down her belly to her mound, going lower until she moaned at the feel of him stroking between her lips. She couldn’t recall ever being so wet and ready. They panted into each other’s mouths with their caresses.
“There’s a way I want to have you.” He took her breath and gave it back to her. “Been dreaming of it for a year.”
“Show me.”
He slid out from beneath her then with fluid, muscular motion, rose up from the bed. His sure but careful hands positioned her so that she lay on the mattress, her hips at the edge and her feet on the floor.
With a firm, strong grip, he held her thighs as he stood between her legs. He released her long enough to grasp his cock and slide it along her folds, coating himself in her wetness. She moaned when he circled the head of his cock around her clit.Santo cielo,but she was already so close to her climax.
He notched himself at her opening. “Yes?”
“Yes.”
His hips thrust, and he slid into her. She was filled utterly, delightfully stretched. She felt him everywhere within her, from her quim to her fingers and toes.
It was too much. Fucking a man she had revealed herself to was too close, too intimate. A wave of panic sizzled coldly through her.
But it felt too good to stop. She was subjugated by her need for him, and in small, incremental degrees, the panic receded.
Words in his unknown language streamed from him in rough, low tones. His body twitched, sweat slicking his muscles. Yet instead of pumping, he held himself still. She moved, driving him deeper into her.
