Page 63 of Courting Scandal With The Duke
‘Is that what you are doing? Seducing me?’
A wry smile touched his lips. ‘I think the seduction is mutual.’ His hand slid up her calf, stroking gently.
A very delicious sensation.
‘Mmm…’ she said, reaching out to stroke his cheek and gazing into his eyes. ‘Definitely mutual. As long as you understand there is nothing more in it than pleasure.’
There, she had said it, and was that relief she saw in his gaze?
And why would she be disappointed. Wasn’t that her whole purpose?
‘A fling, then?’ he murmured, leaning forward. He pressed a brief kiss to her cheek.
‘An interlude,’ she said softly, turning her head to catch his hovering mouth with her lips.
He stretched out beside her and deepened the kiss, expertly teasing her lips and tongue with his, until she could scarcely remember her own name.
One large hand moved over her body, gently exploring her shape, the curves of her breasts the dip of her waist, the swell of her hip.
She curled her hand around the strong column of hisneck, and turned towards him, arching into him, aching to feel his body against hers.
He slid an arm beneath her, holding her close while his other hand swept the skirt of her gown upwards and stroked her thigh.
Heavenly.
They slowly drew apart. The heat in his gaze sent fire running along her veins.
‘I want you naked,’ he said. ‘And your hair down. But we have to return to the party.’
‘I know. I want you naked also.’
She reached down and unbuttoned his falls and pulled his shirt free. ‘But this time, we will have to make do with… Oh…’ He was huge and hot and so very ready. She caressed him, feeling the weight of his balls, the hardness of his shaft.
She glanced down but the lamp cast shadows and his shirt got in the way.
She shifted down the bed to see him better. He really was a big man. She curled her hand around his shaft and moved with long slow strokes.
He gasped and caught her hand, stilling it. ‘Making do is not really my style.’ His voice was hoarse. ‘But I will make an exception, since we have so little time.’
He pressed her back against the pillows and came up on his knees astride her hips and caressed her breasts through her gown with one hand, while the fingers of his other hand played among the curlsof her quim. He found the centre of her pleasure with his thumb and pressed and flicked and…
She fell apart.
Even as she felt the rush of bliss, he thrust into her and passion began to rise all over again.
She captured the cheeks of his bum in her hand and felt the muscles contract beneath her fingers as he stroked her insides with his hard length.
His pace increased, hard and fast and he reached between them to…
‘Yes,’ she said as her body tightened unbearably at his firm touch.
‘Yes. There.’
He groaned, pressing harder and faster, in time to his thrusts.
She tipped over the edge from excitement to release. And he came with her, moving aside at the last moment to spill his seed into the tails of his shirt.
He collapsed heavily onto the pillows, one arm lax across her chest, and they lay panting in harmony.
