Page 99 of Courting Scandal With The Duke
‘Awake?’ she murmured.
‘Barely.’
Soft white skin, gilded by sunlight, she stretched lazily like a cat, arms above her head, her breasts rising to firm perky mounds, the muscles of her belly flattening above the delectable triangle of tight curls between her thighs, and yawned.
His mouth dried.
Desire stirred.
Faintly.
She rolled on her belly.
The shape, the curves and plane of her back like a voluptuous sculpture.
He stroked down her back and over the soft swell of her buttocks, his hand, the skin bronzed from the sun,the knuckles scarred from many battles in the ring, soothed by the billowy softness of her flesh.
Entranced by the vision and the sensual sensation, he continued to stroke, and she made a soft sound in her throat.
Like the purring of a cat.
‘Like that, do you?’ he muttered.
‘Of course,’ she murmured. Turning to face him, she parted her thighs and rose up.
And… God help him, he was ready.
Groaning at his own stupidity at letting her lead him by that male part of his anatomy that had no conscience while simultaneously revelling in the hunger for her that had lust gripping him by the balls, he knelt between her thighs, nudging her knees wider apart until his fitted between them, her quim open. He stroked along her slit and it was hot and slick and she pressed back into his hand with a soft sound of pleasure.
Control left him.
He guided his cock inside her and, gripping her shoulders, he took her hard and fast. His balls tightened. The sweet hot wetness tightened around his shaft, squeezing, flexing, and—
Bright light. Stark. White. Heat. The power of his orgasm shook him to the core. Struck him like lightening from a clear blue sky.
When he realised it was already upon him, he pulled clear.
Toolate.
Too damn late.
His legs gave out. He sank to the ground. He felt her struggle weakly beneath him and somehow managed to move over enough to set her free.
Darkness swallowed him up in a void of hot bliss. His limbs were weighted by rocks, his chest heaving to draw breath.
Blackness swallowed him whole.
He felt her arms going around his torso, one arm burrowing beneath him. How long had he slept?
She buried her face in his neck. ‘Oh, heavens,’ she whispered between panting breaths. ‘What on earth was that?’
Had she felt it too? The jolt of what felt like lightning. He had come so hard and fast his mind had completely blanked. He’d tried to wait. He had tried, he was sure.
He’d failed utterly.
‘I don’t know,’ he said.
‘It was…amazing,’ she murmured.
