Page 96 of A Duke for Stealing
Sitting up straight with him embedded so deeply within her sent a shock up her body, and her mouth dropped open in a wideOas if such an act could release such pleasure.
“Show me, Rose,” Everett commanded, placing his hands up on her backside. “Show me how you missed me.
She felt clumsy at first, having never ridden a man before, which had left her with no practice on such an act. Yet as she slowly glided her hips back and forth, she shivered with pleasure with each thrust she took. Growing bolder, she let her head fall back as her hips grew faster, and those shivers of pleasure grew into an earthquake.
“That’s it, my Duchess,” Everett moaned, his hands running up and down her breasts and torso, “Take me. I’m yours.”
As he said so, his fingers squeezed her nipples, and a lightning bolt of pleasure flashed through her core. She screamed his name as she built up her release, let loose, and she felt herself fall backward without a thought of where she would go or what would happen to her.
Everett’s hands, strong and firm, caught her as he sat up and pulled her back to him. His kiss was wet, needy as he claimed her mouth for a mere hot second before resting her head on his shoulder and taking her harder as her body melted around him. She felt heavy and sated as she rag-dolled against him, and let him have complete control until he reached his second release. Then, even so, even after he’d flooded her womb once more with his seed, they remained locked together. For minutes, perhaps even hours.
“Rose,” Everett whispered. His voice was tender, thick with sated pleasure.
Rose stirred, feeling delightful soreness leech into her limbs and core.
“Rose, my love, speak to me,” Everett implored.
Rose fought through the heavy blankets of satisfaction and exhaustion until she finally reached the surface and opened her eyes. She was met with Everett’s green gaze. They still shone brightly with warmth and arousal, but some of the neediness had dimmed.
“Mmm,” was all she could muster as she closed her eyes again and smiled.
With effort, she raised her hand from his side and stroked her fingertips lazily up his spine. Sometime during her fainting spell, Everett must have laid her back on the bed. Now, with her back cradled by the mattress, he was half lying atop her, with his leg hitched across her hips, and his hand stroking lazy circles along her abdomen. It felt heavenly, and she never wanted him to stop.
“How long have I been asleep?” She murmured, relishing the feel of him against her.
“I must confess I do not know,” Everett answered, then chuckled before he placed a soft kiss on her neck, “I have only just awoken myself.”
Rose drew in a deep breath, stretched, and turned her head toward the windows. They had not stayed at the ball long and arrived back at Stapleton before the sun had even set. Now, though, the sky was colored by midnight blue hues, with twinkling stars and a quarter-waxing moon gleaming bright from its darkened canvas.
“Tell me what you are thinking,” Everett implored, breaking the comfortable silence.
Rose slowly brought her gaze from the beautiful night to her husband’s even more beautiful face. God help her, she loved him. She stroked his cheek, his brow, memorizing his handsome features by touch.
“I never thought we would be this way again,” she confessed.
As she said, her heart shuddered. Still afraid that something would separate them again.
Everett’s eyes clouded with sadness. He pressed her palm into his cheek, then pulled it away just far enough to place a kiss in the center.
“I had the same fear,” he whispered as his brow tensed.
“I should have never lied that day, Rose. I never knew I could be such a coward. But I promise you I will never be as such again.”
Rose cupped his cheeks with her palms and brought him to her lips for a long, sweet kiss.
“I will hold you to that,” she whispered against his lips, and was relieved when he chuckled.
With a contented sigh, they nestled into one another again. Everett’s head at her breasts, her hand once more tracing lazily up and down his back.
“I wish this were all we had to solve,” she said with a sigh. “We could start tomorrow off with perfection otherwise.”
“Mmm,” Everett murmured, nuzzling into her breasts.
He playfully glanced his teeth against her nipple, making her giggle as the sharp pleasure streaked through her chest.
“And what other problems are there to solve, my love?” He asked.
“We must get a handle on these rumors,” she replied, stroking his hair, “The ones that placed me in such an awful position this evening.”
