Page 63 of The Duke and Lady Scandal
Allie caught the edge of his jaw and tipped his head up until their eyes met. “Not for me. With me. I only want this because it’s with you.”
Her words stole his breath, made his heart thrash in his chest. And he knew in that moment that he’d never be content with one night of giving her the passion she craved. He wanted her to be his. Wanted this to be the start of something that would not end in a week or a month.
And the trust in her eyes, her eager willingness, undid him. He was hers whether she knew it or not, and now he only wanted to show her.
He unfastened his trousers and slid the rest of his clothing off.
Alexandra fixed her gaze on his body, taking him in boldly, pulling her lower lip between her teeth as she stared at his cock.
“Goodness,” she said. Then she flicked her gaze to his. “May I touch you?”
Ben nodded. He wasn’t sure he could get words out if he tried. He was already breathless, and when she reached for him, he gasped.
She explored with her fingers, stroking his length, then wrapping her hand around him.
“Tell me what’s next,” she said on a husky whisper.
Ben chuckled. “Let me show you.”
He moved between her legs, slid his hands up her thighs, and then dipped his fingers into her curls. She was wet and hot, and he didn’t want to go slow.
Allie bucked against his touch. “Please,” she urged as if she didn’t wish to go slow either.
He stroked into her heat, slid a finger inside, and she reached up to grip his shoulder.
“Yes,” she whispered, “I like that.”
“I hope you’ll like this too,” he told her and as he knelt down before her. “Because I need to taste you.”
She made a little sound of protest when he slid his finger from her, but then let out a moan that made his cock ache when he replaced it with his tongue. He got lost in loving her with his mouth, addicted to every gasp and moan and the way she reached down to scrape her fingers across his scalp to indicate her pleasure.
She began to quiver and writhe against his mouth, and when she shuddered against him and called out his name, he felt as if he might spend himself before he was ever inside her.
When the rippling waves subsided, he stood before her again.
Alexandra looked up at him hazy-eyed. “Ben,” she rasped, “I want to touch you again.”
He rocked against her. He’d never wanted anyone, anything, more than he wanted Alexandra.
She nodded as if she could read his thoughts.
“Only you,” he told her as slid into her delicious heat. She couldn’t know what his words meant. He was too far gone to think through any of it. This moment was for feeling, and every second of it felt extraordinary. Like a dream of what he wasn’t sure he deserved but was somehow lucky enough to find.
He rocked into her slowly, inch by inch, letting her movements and reactions guide him.
“Only with you,” she whispered, her blue-violet eyes ablaze.
And the words set him on fire.
He built a rhythm that she responded to in kind, bucking against him, tugging at him with her hand on his shoulder, another gripping his upper arm.
“Ben,” she cried out on a gasp, and then crested around him once more.
He was lost then and growled his release. Then he took her to bed, laid her out on it as he’d imagined he would one day. She reached for him, and he lay tangled in her arms, her legs twined with his. Lost in her, in this moment, basking in this wholeness she made him feel.
Chapter Fourteen
“You wished to speak to me, Chief Constable?”
