Page 43 of A Duke for Stealing
No. I shouldn’t. It’s another trick. Another attempt to get what he wants from a woman.
These thoughts whispered their warning into Rose’s mind, but as his message continued, Rose found she could not fathom the urge to care. His touch felt too wonderful, his voice sounded tooperfect. And his scent- his warm, deeply masculine scent- was causing a tightening in her lower belly.
Everett’s hand trailed up her spine, to her neck, then around her throat, and with a soft squeeze, he had her lifting her head to meet his eyes again.
“Will you let me?” He whispered, tracing his lips softly over hers. “Well, you let me help you relax, Rose?”
“Yes,” she breathed, feeling drowsy and warm from his closeness.
A soft groan escaped Everett’s lips as his grip on her throat tightened, and he brought her fully into his kiss. His smooth, firm lips coaxed hers to follow his lead, and with a sigh, she let herself be taken over by him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her fingers delve into the soft, short locks of his dark hair, and disappeared into his kiss.
“That’s it,” Everett whispered between kisses, “There’s my good girl.”
Desire trembled through her at his praise, and between her legs, she felt a wet warmth begin to form. As he kissed her, his hands continued to roam, coaxing her body into relaxed submission as he massaged the back of her neck, her shoulders, her back. She felt her knees buckle when they reached her backside, but Everett’s muscled arms kept her pinned to him, not allowing her to fall to the floor.
Another moan slipped from her lips as he pressed her tight against and she felt his hardened manhood pulse against her navel. Curious about it, she let one of her hands slip down from his muscled chest and traced her fingers against the rigid length. As she did so, Everett broke their kiss with an aching moan, and to her surprise, he caught her hand before sweeping her up into his arms.
“You can discover that later,” he promised as he carried her to the settee, “But tonight is about alleviating you, not me.”
Though Rose was not at all sure what he meant, the question quickly dissolved in her mind as he lay her down atop the settee and began kissing her again.
She might have hated the man, but she loved his kisses. Loved the way his tongue massaged over hers and coaxed it into his mouth for him to suckle. Loved the way his lips sometimes nipped, causing the slightest pain one second, then pampered, making the small pain dissolve as if it never was.
Rose forgot all about her book, her bad day, as Everett’s kisses left her lips and travelled down her neck. She gasped and whimpered as he found a particular spot below her right ear that sent shots of arousal scurrying through her veins.
Why could he not always be like this?She thought as his kisses continued lower, tracing over her collarbone and shoulder as his hands parted her robe and splayed over her ribcage.
“So soft,” Everett murmured between kisses, “So sweet for me, my darling Rose.”
As his mouth moved toward her breasts, his hands continued their hypnotizing exploration of her waist, her upper thighs, and as his lips found her peaked right nipple through her night gown, his fingers slipped between her legs.
“Oh!” Rose gasp, pleasure shooting through her spine as his fingers brushed against something sensitive between her legs.
“What was that?” She asked, her voice quivering.
“Your tension,” Everett rasped, swirling slow circles around the sensitive little bud as his hot mouth soaked through the fabric of her nightgown and over her breast, “I believe I have found the source of it.”
Rose let her head loll back and her lashes flutter shut as she gave into the pleasure of his ministrations. She shivered as Everett pulled his mouth away from her breast and blew soft, cool air over her nipple at the same time as his finger slipped from that sensitive bud to her slick petals.
“Oh,” Everett groaned as he moved to kiss her left nipple, “You are so very wet for me already.”
Rose felt color rush into her cheeks as she forced her head up and asked, “Is…is that good?”
“Soverygood, Rose,” he rasped, sliding a single finger between her slick petals. She gasped and shivered at the intrusion, her eyes immediately snapping shut as she felt her inner muscles clamp down and suckle him.
Everett’s palm began to move rhythmically as his finger remained deep inside; the pad of it gliding against a spot she never knew she had until now. With each rhythmic thrust, she shivered with new pleasure and felt her body completely relax into the settee.
She heard Everett murmur something she couldn’t make out, but his tone was so full of praise she didn’t bother to ask. Instead, she let her hands curl around the pillow behind her head, and she let her legs fall wider apart as his warm kisses travelled away from her breasts and down her stomach.
Pleasure, as sudden and intense as a lightning strike, bolted through her when his tongue lapped over the sensitive bud his fingers had first found, and she could not help but mutter the wordpleaseas she instinctively spread her legs wider, letting one dangle off the settee completely.
“Again?” He asked, his voice throaty and strained.
“Yes,” she breathed, involuntarily bucking her own hips toward his mouth. The small sensation moved his finger deeper inside of her, and she moaned at how deeply wonderful the slight movement felt.
Everett moaned as he slid his tongue against her bud again, and then he settled into a slow, coaxing rhythm with both his mouth and hand. Rose began to writhe, her breath drawing deeper, slower as Everett’s ministrations began to stroke the embers inside of her into a roaring flame.
With every stroke, the invisible strings between her navel and parted legs grew more taut until she began to vibrate with tension. Her occasional moans drew into repeated whimpers as he pulled those strings tighter and tighter, until she thought she could not take any more- until she was sure such strings were going to snap- and then they did.
