Page 84 of A Duke Changes Everything
Hooking one of her fingers around two of his, she led him toward the bed.
Nick followed. He would have followed her anywhere.
When she reached the bedside, she turned before settling on the edge. For a moment, he got lost in looking. At the way a curling strand of hair hung down over one ripe pink nipple, at the gentle dip of her waist and the ample flair of her hips, at the perfect triangle of curls at the center of her thighs.
“Does it still hurt?” He knelt in front of her and stroked a hand down her leg, stopping just above her ankle.
She shook her head, then bit her lip when he nudged her thighs apart. A little tremor rippled across her skin.
“You need only say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Don’t stop.” Threading her fingers into his hair, she pulled him nearer. “I want you close.”
Nick moved his hand up her thigh, until the tips of his fingers brushed her damp curls. “This close?”
“Yes.” She dipped her head to watch as he slid a finger along her sex.
Nick waited, desperate to be inside her heat, worried she’d soon come to her senses and push him away. But she wasn’t hesitating. She was impulsive, impatient. She bucked against his finger and gasped when he pressed inside.
He stroked her, watching the play of emotions cross her face. Wonder and pleasure and need that matched his own. When he pushed in deeper, she dropped her head back, closed her eyes, and arched into his touch. Then she looked at him, eyes glazed with desire. “More,” she told him huskily. “I want you closer.”
Nick scooted nearer, lifting her legs onto his shoulders as he bent his head. He traced his tongue along every inch he’d explored with his fingers.
“Nick,” she gasped his name, clutched at his shoulder, nails digging into his skin. “Please.”
It was the plea that broke him, that cut loose any thought of taking this slow, of holding back. He laved her deeply, savoring the taste of her, the delicious moans he felt reverberating against his tongue. Then she cried out, fingers digging into his skin, body trembling against his mouth.
Nick licked his lips and got to his feet, never lifting his hands from her body, always staying close, where she’d urged him to be. He placed a knee on the bed and leaned over her. She looked like a well-sated goddess, her body flushed and glistening, hair spilled out around her in shiny waves.
She lifted both arms, reaching for him, and he swallowed hard. The trust in her eyes sent something strangely like joy sliding through his veins.
“Come here,” she demanded, her voice husky and low.
Nick settled between Mina’s spread thighs, but held himself aloft, hands braced on either side of her. He’d never been with a woman like this before, eyes locked, his body cocooned against hers.
All his couplings were cloaked in darkness, with paramours who kept their backs to him more often than not. Standing, pressed against a wall, bent over a settee. The beast in him wanted Mina in all those ways, but this, the prospect of crushing her under his weight, terrified him.
She stunned him by arching up on one hand and taking his mouth in an eager, open kiss, nipping at his lower lip, stroking him with her tongue. He groaned against her lips. Then she wrapped both arms around his shoulders and let go, pulling him down with the weight of her body.
“What must I do to make you yield?”
“That was a very good start.” Nick let her take a bit more of his weight, pressed his belly to hers, his cock nestling against her sex.
“Yes,” she hissed, wriggling against him, as if she knew exactly where she wanted him to be.
When he still held back, the torment of it made his muscles quiver.
Mina smiled up at him, the most seductive grin he’d ever seen in his life. “I’m not afraid.”
“There may be pain.”
“It can’t be worse than waiting.”
Nick dipped his head against her neck and chuckled. “My impatient hellion.”
She ground her hips against him, his aching length sliding against her sex. Little by little, inch by inch, she drew him in. Nick licked her neck, nipped at her tender skin, then found her mouth. He thrust deeper as he kissed her, losing the fight to hold back and go slow. Every time she gasped or moaned, he stilled for a moment, fearing he’d gone too far. But then she stroked a hand down his back, skimming the ridges of scars, and reached for his arse. Grasping at his muscles, pulling him closer, bucking to get him deeper.
“Don’t hold back,” she said raggedly, her breath coming in gasps. “I want every part of you.”
