Page 69 of Project Duchess
“What Iwantis to make love to you. What I want is to show you what it feels like to need someone so desperately that nothing else makes sense, that the mere thought of seeing that person makes one’s heart race.” He caught her by the waist and pulled her close. “What I want is to banish your uncle’s memory from your thoughts.”
“That’s what I want, too!” she cried, delighted that he spoke of desperation, although she knew it was a mere thing of the moment.
“Except that afterward—”
“I don’t care about afterward. If youdoknow how to prevent my bearing a child, there’s no problem, right? We can just . . .” She leaned up to brush his lips with hers and whisper, “Be together in my bed.”
He stared at her with eyes like the churning river nearby. “You make it hard to resist you, my dear Beatrice.”
The words were a balm to her wounded vanity. No man had ever called her irresistible before. “Good,” she said, her heart in her throat. “Because you do the same to me.”
This time when he kissed her, he didn’t stop. Still kissing her, he backed her up to the kitchen table, then took her by surprise when he lifted her onto it, his eyes gleaming at her. “I need sustenance, sweetheart.”
“Oh! I forgot about your food—I do hope it’s enough.”
When she tried to scoot out of his arms to get it, he grabbed her back, laughing. “Notthatkind of sustenance.” He lifted her nightdress to her knees, then paused. “Are yousureyour brother will be gone until morning?”
“Earlyin the morning, but yes.”
“So we have the entire night together.”
She caught her breath. “If you wish.”
“I wish, I promise you.” The look in his eyes said exactly what sorts of things he promised, and her excitement ramped up just wondering what those might be. He tugged her forward until she was close to the table’s edge. “It will take me all night and more for a proper lovemaking.”
“Well, then,” she said as she set about undoing the buttons of his shirt, “since we don’t have ‘more,’ we’ll have to settle for animproperlovemaking.”
Chuckling, he dropped to his knees. “Well put. Which is my cue for taking my sustenance.” Catching her by surprise, he pushed her legs wide. “I’m going to taste you, all right?”
Ohhh, that’s what he meant by sustenance. And now he was staring right at her privates, heating her blood and rousing her body.
Especiallydown there.
He glanced up at her. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?”
She certainly trusted him when it came to bedsport, no matter what he claimed about having a pristine reputation. She bobbed her head.
That seemed to be all the answer he needed, for hunger leapt in his face. “Then close your eyes. Just concentrate on how it feels.”
The moment she did so, he began kissing her inner thigh, little nibbling kisses that made her squirm and ache for . . . a release like the one he’d given her in the clearing earlier. The higher his mouth went, the hotter it grew until her blood felt like steam and her body like jelly.
She began to moan. And that was when he used his fingers to part her curls so he could lick—lick—her tender flesh!
“Grey!” Her eyes shot open and she grabbed his head. “Dear Lord,Grey . . .”
Nowhiseyes were closed. He said nothing since his mouth was otherwise engaged . . . in kissing and licking and sucking her in amostprovocative manner.
Then his tongue slid inside her, and she arched up on the table’s edge. “I don’t think this is how . . . lovemaking is done,” she managed to gasp. “Not from what I . . . understand.” Surely he needed to use a different part of his body to—
All thought abruptly left her mind. Because he was . . . oh, heavens, what he was doing with his mouth and . . . and teeth was . . .wonderful.She wanted more ofthat.She pushed against him, and his tongue caresses grew more intense. Soon she was keening and swaying until with a cry she vaulted over into madness.
He gave her only a moment before he wiped his lips on her nightdress, then drew back, his face wrought with tension.
“Where’s your bedchamber?” he asked.
Too replete with pleasure to think, she stared at him. “Why?”
“I’ll embarrass myself again if we don’t go there now. And I’m not about to take you for the first time on a kitchen table. So where is it?”
