“Continue.”
No sooner did the word leave her mouth than he recaptured her lips with his. His hips retracted, reducing the curious stretching sensation in her body, and then he slammed forward again, driving himself deeper into her.
She clung to him as he rocked into her again and again, each thrust pushing her closer to release. Her stomach clenched, winding tighter, and her head tilted back as her breath came in short gasps. She lifted her hips, encouraging him to increase his speed as he drove into her.
His name ripped from her lips as the orgasm ricocheted through her body. He plunged into her, drawing out her release until she vibrated beneath him. Jerking backward, he twisted around and spilled his release on the floor, then he fell back, his harsh breathing matching hers.
His hand slid across the bed, wrapped around hers, and squeezed. “I’ve dreamed about doing that for weeks.”
“Was it what you hoped?” she asked, glancing at him.
“Better.” He grinned and rolled onto his side, gathering her in his arms. “And once I catch my breath, we’re going to do it again and again and again.”
Helena gasped. “Miss Webb and her sister will return soon.”
“Then, we shouldn’t waste any time,” he replied, his eyes darkening.
A knock echoed from downstairs.
“Are you expecting anyone?” the Duke of Lennox asked, pulling away.
She shook her head.
“I’ll investigate.” Popping up, the Duke of Lennox snatched his shirt and trousers from the floor.
He yanked the shirt over his head, jerked the trousers up his legs, then, hand on the door handle, glanced back at Helena.
“I expect to find you in the same state of undress when I return.”
However, the Duke of Lennox didn’t return. Instead, two male voices, each increasing in volume as the seconds passed, whipped under her chamber door.
What was going on?
She scooted off the bed, grabbed her dress, and pulled the material over her head. However, before she could make herself presentable, the din from the foyer exploded into curse words.
Ripping open the door, Helena darted into the hallway and ran downstairs, skidding to a halt beside the Duke of Lennox, who was blocking a man with familiar blond hair from entering the house.
“Ernest!” Helena’s chest constricted. “What are you doing here?”
“You invited me.” Ernest held up a crumpled missive, his eyes widening as his gaze drank in her disheveled state. “What did you do to your hair? It’s red!”
“You know this man?” The Duke of Lennox pointed at Ernest.
Helena swallowed, then nodded. “He’s my brother.”
The Duke of Lennox frowned. “He said his name was Ernest Braddock.”
“It is.” Ernest shoved past the Duke of Lennox. “And I haven’t seen my sister since she disappeared three months ago.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LEVI OVERTON, DUKE OF LENNOX
“Your sister?” Levi’s eyebrows nearly flew past his hairline. “Did you change your name?”
“No,” Mr. Braddock replied, his blue eyes—the exact same shade as Helena’s—shifted between the two of them. “I’ve always been Ernest Braddock.”
“Did you have different fathers?”
