Page 98 of Courting Scandal With The Duke
Brushing her hand away, he came over her and teased the entrance to her body with the head of his shaft.
Thought fractured and scattered.
Gripping his firm buttocks, she tried to draw him into her. He resisted easily though strain corded the tendons in his neck.
Lowering himself to rest on one elbow, he pressed little kisses to her lips, her chin, her jaw. He blew in her ear.
Tingles of pleasure ran down her spine to her core. She gasped.
He eased the head of his shaft a fraction deeper. Licked at her ear, then thrust his tongue deep inside.
She cried out at the myriad delightful sensations torturing her body. She felt boneless and tense and weak and alive and—
He gently cupped her breast, teasing the nipple until it furled into a hard tight bud.
And then he suckled.
She came apart.
He pushed into her, her inner muscles tightening around his shaft, every thrust pitching her upward again. ‘I cannot,’ she cried out.
‘It’s all right,’ he said soothingly. ‘Come with me, my sweet. Join me.’
The longing and sadness in his voice told her he knew this would be their last time together.
Disappointment and longing filled her. Longing and heartache. For her? For him? For them? She wasn’t sure.
She arched into him, a counterpoint to each thrust, her legs coming up around his waist, opening herself to him, open and vulnerable, as she had been before.
He drove into her hard. Darkness and bliss beckoned and pulled at her. Her heart seemed to beat so hard she thought it might fly out of her chest. She clung to his shoulders, feeling the power and the strength of him in her fingertips and throughout her body.
The tension inside her snapped.
Pure white-hot bliss filled her. Her heart seemed to shatter at the same moment. A blinding pain that made her cry out.
He pulled away and spilled his seed on the grass, his chest heaving, his breathing rasping in his throat.
‘I nearly…’ He shook his head and collapsed beside her on the blanket.
She rolled into him, easing his head to rest on her shoulder, the heavy weight of his thigh across her legs a delicious heated reminder of what they had shared.
Delicious and heartbreaking.
Xavier came to with the sound of a bee buzzing somewhere close by and the scent of grass and roses and…woman.
Outdoors. He was lying in a tangle of nakedness with a light breeze cooling the sweat on hisskin and grass tickling his leg. The blanket didn’t do much to soften the ground beneath his hip.
He lifted his head to look at Barbara. She lay lax, naked and looking good enough to eat. He licked his lips, tasting the many flavours of this goddess of a woman who tempted him beyond his ability to resist.
How many times had she died in his arms. Three, he thought. It could have been more had he had enough control.
He had proved to himself he had little control where this woman was concerned. And he didn’t actually care.
Some of the time.
He kissed the tip of her shoulder and lay back down.
She turned her head and those remarkable eyes regarded him from beneath heavy lids.
