Page 12 of Dukes Are Forever
His hot mouth closed over it, and Adele stifled a moan at the shock of sensation.Oh, God. She shifted uneasily, careless of her gown and hair, her fingers curling into claws as she fought the urge to touch him.
She wanted to rake her nails over his shoulders and arch her spine.
She wanted to thrust her breast into his mouth.
To beg.
To move.
But this was a game of wills now, to see how long she could defy him.
As Malloryn's tongue laved her nipple, she couldn't stop a small gasp from escaping her. The second he heard it, he flashed her a devilish smile, his lips wet and slick.
"Diamonds," she gasped.
"Great big ones, I'm sure," he replied, his breath against her wet skin punctuating each word.
Fingers stroked up her thigh, tugging her skirts toward her waist.
"Your Grace," she gasped, grabbing his wrist.
"What's wrong?"
"What are youdoing?"
"I thought you were the expert, what with all the lectures you attended. Besides"—his weight pressed firmly between her thighs as he cupped her hip and rocked against her—"this isn't the first time I've had my hand up your skirts. Only this time, I'm lucid."
The Ivory Tower. The bloodletting. The soft, exquisite pull of his mouth on her throat as she tried to save his life....
"Not in the carriage!"
"No?" His fingers traced mesmerizing circles across her garter. "Why not?" he whispered in her ear. "No one will see us."
Adele squirmed. Restlessness itched through her, demanding to be assuaged. Her corset clamped tight around her ribs, and the hot ache between her thighs became a loud demand.
"Aren't you curious?"
Yes.
Rolling onto one hip—and trapping one of her legs beneath him—he brushed the back of his knuckles against her drawers, pressing them directly against where she ached the most.
Adele captured his hand, her cheeks hot and no doubt red.
Their eyes met.
But she didn't push him away.
"How are those diamonds now?"
She said the first thing that came to mind. "Shiny."
"Mmmm." His knuckles brushed against her, and Adele's spine arched as she pressed into his touch, silently demanding more. "I'll bet they are."
The tips of his fingers breached her drawers, and then there was nothing but skin on skin.
"You're so wet," he whispered, stroking through the lush folds between her thighs. "I think you're lying about your diamonds, Adele."
"You don't know how much I adore diamonds," she managed to gasp.
