Page 134 of Dukes Are Forever
And then placed it, quite firmly, upon the arm of the chair.
"My turn," she whispered.
And he let her.
Malloryn's gray eyes heated as she reached for his cravat.
And then she was dragging it free from his neck with slow, sensuous tugs, their eyes meeting as the cravat fell free.
Leaning forward, she brushed her lips against his throat. His pulse kicked, and Adele slid her tongue out of her mouth to lick him there. A tug of her fingers and his top button was undone. Then the next, and so forth, until the hard, muscled planes of his pectorals gaped through the linen. She slid her hands beneath his parted shirt, pushing it wide. Cool skin met her palms, the thump of his heartbeat an intimate drum against the fleshy pad of her hand.
But it was the hollow groove of his collarbone that drew her lips.
And then the satiny skin at the base of his throat as he arched his head back to give her access.
Sweet gods, but she liked this.
And he did too, judging by the corded tension in his powerful thighs.
"Adele."
One word.
Tight with need.
She'd never wanted to hear him say her name like that before, but now that she'd heard it once, she wanted to hear nothing else.
Forever.
Adele let herself suckle at his throat, her thighs clenching slightly in need. He hadn't made a single move to touch her, but her body ached, as if merely being in control of him wielded some sort of pleasure inside her.
She felt powerful.
Glorious.
And completely in control.
"Just what are you planning?" Malloryn murmured, turning his face to hers as she came up for air. The coarse rasp of the stubble on his jaw sent a shiver through her.
Adele captured his face in both hands. "I thought I'd ruin you."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes." She breathed the word into his mouth. "It's always been my intention. Hadn't you realized?"
And then her tongue was stroking against his, her newfound confidence blooming within her as she pressed her breasts to his chest, her thighs straddling his lean hips.
If not for the faint tightening of his fingers over the ends of the armchair, she'd have thought him unmoved.
But that was the challenge, wasn't it?
To break through Malloryn's hard steel walls.
To shatter his almost insurmountable control.
One hand came up, almost hesitantly, to cup her backside.
And then he was urging her against him, the firm length of his erection grinding right between her thighs.
