Page 97 of Married to the Icy Duke
Then she wasflying, of all things, landing with a breathless thump in the middle of the neatly made bed. Gasping aloud, Charlotte pushed herself up on her elbows.
Isaac followed her at once, kneeling over her, and bent down to kiss her again. It was a sweeter kiss, one that made her tingle from her scalp to her toes.
She let herself fall back into the blankets, closing her eyes and reveling in the warmth of Isaac’s body against hers. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close.
The kissing, sadly, did not seem to last long. Isaac pulled back, grinning down at her, and unceremoniously lifted her skirts, the material tangling around her waist. His fingers slid up her thighs, brushing against the join of her legs.
Charlotte’s breath hitched in her throat, and she automatically let her legs fall apart. Isaac threw her a quick, mischievous glance, one that made her shiver. She noticed that he was redder in the face than before, and a distinct bulge pressed against the front of his trousers.
Charlotte had no chance to get a proper look at it, because at that moment, Isaac leaned forward once more, pressing a hasty kiss to her lips, and then slid back down her body. Leaning back, Charlotte rested her head against the blankets and closed her eyes.
He kissed his way up one of her thighs, the scratch of his stubble a thrilling counterpoint to his soft lips. When he reached thejuncture of her legs, she let out a short gasp and felt him chuckle against her soft skin. He continued his ministrations and slid one finger against her again, pressing gently, and then carefully slid it inside. That was a strange sensation, one that increased her pleasure in an intense way.
Gathering her strength, Charlotte pushed herself up on her elbows and gently touched the top of Isaac’s head.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
He reared back, sitting back on his heels. The bulge was more prominent than before, and Charlotte found herself longing to reach out and touch it, just to see what it felt like.
“I believe you know quite well what I am doing, my dear,” Isaac responded, his voice a little hoarse already. “And I also believe you rather liked it last time.”
Charlotte flushed. “I know that, I only meant … I want more, Isaac.”
He tilted his head. “More?”
She nodded, swallowing. “I know it’s hardly ladylike to ask, but I want you, Isaac.You.”
His breath hitched audibly in his throat. “I fear that we are far beyond ladylike and gentlemanly behavior, my dear.”
He crawled forward, and Charlotte allowed herself to fall back with athump. Hands on either side of her shoulders, Isaac suspended himself above her, his expression hungry and intent.
“I have tried so hard to remove you from my head and my heart,” he whispered, voice catching. “But you will not go. And now, I believe that removing you—not that I could ever do it—would kill me. Is that not strange?”
She lifted her hand shakily, touching the curve of his jaw.
“I think that perhaps it is the most natural thing in the world, and the only people who did not know this was us.”
He gave a short laugh at this and bent down to kiss her.
“I promise you,” he whispered, his breath warm against her cheek, “that you won’t have to obey me, my duchess. Unless, of course, you want to.”
Before she could respond, he leaned down once more, pressing a searing kiss against her lips. Pulling back, Isaac sat on his heels and lowered his hands to the placket of his breeches. He paused, glancing up at her.
“If you wish to stop, you must say so.”
She nodded, swallowing hard. He undid the buttons with what seemed to be maddening slowness. His member slipped free, and Charlotte’s eyes widened.
“Will it fit?” she whispered.
He crawled forward again, kissing her on the cheek this time.
“I am confident it will."
She tilted her head, just a little. Taking the hint, Isaac kissed her, and thewantingswelled in her chest. He leaned his weight against her, partially supporting himself on one elbow. His hand slid up her thighs once more, stroking her in a confident manner. Her pleasure peaked, slowly but surely, climbing towards that thrilling climax. His fingers slipped inside her, more easily now, touching something which made Charlotte gasp aloud, eyes flying open. She couldn’t even remember closing them.
And then he moved back. She blinked, lifting her head.
“Isaac? What are you doing?”
