Page 79 of Dukes Are Forever
"When it comes to kissing you, it's never the time or place."
"Admit it. The idea of me kissing Devoncourt bothers you."
Malloryn's eyes darkened with heat as his fist curled in a handful of her skirts. "Is that what you want of me? To admit I'm jealous?"
Yes.
"I don't think I have to be," he purred.
Sliding a hand around her nape, he hauled her mouth to his.
Adele gasped, and the slight parting of her lips gave him the opening he needed. The hot, slick glide of his tongue stroked hers possessively. She could feel that touch in other areas, her nipples hardening as his other hand splayed over her bottom and ground her hips against his.
All those cool, arrogant looks he gave her....
The careless quirk of his brow....
It melted away in a firestorm of heat as Malloryn kissed her as if this was their last moment on this mortal coil. She'd always thought him cold and dispassionate, but the second he put his hands on her the mask melted away, leaving her with the man beneath.
Her back met the wall, the pitted brickwork pricking at her spine. But all else was forgotten as she felt the demanding press of Malloryn's erection grinding against her belly. And suddenly she was back in his study, splayed across his desk as he took her with passion and fury.
Heat slicked between her thighs, and somehow she slid her hand beneath his coat, working it down between them.
His mouth softened as he captured her hand before she could enclose it around his erection. A nip at her lower lip. Then another, as he eased the fury of the kiss. The faintest of laughs escaped him.
Malloryn tore his mouth from hers, breathing hard.
"Now, now, Adele. You're going to blow your cover if any of the Echelon see me fucking you here, on a rooftop opposite Angel's Fall."
Adele wilted in his arms, resting her forehead against his chest, her fist curled in his shirt.Good God. He'd stolen her breath. Stolen her wits. Left her shaking and ruined, her mouth blistered with the mark of his.
Her only consolation was the fact she wasn't the only one undone.
She could feel the tension in his body; the hard press of his hips to hers. And there was the throbbing pressure of that hard length grinding into her hips. No matter what he told her, a part of him wanted to toss up her skirts right here, right now; she'd stake her life on it.
Adele looked up challengingly. "Was there a point to that? Beyond acting like a possessive devil? You only proved my argument."
"Go to him with the taste of my kiss on your lips," Malloryn whispered in her ear, and a shiver ran through her. "Do what you must to maintain your ruse. But be careful. And call for me if you need me."
The flicker of disappointment lit within her. She didn't want permission. She'd wanted him to say no. "So you don't care if he kisses me?"
Stepping back, he traced his thumb across her swollen mouth and cast her a well-satisfied smile. "Devoncourt could kiss you a thousand times, Adele. I don't think there's anything for me to worry about, is there?"
Damn him.
"This isn't over," she warned.
She'd never seen that sort of smile on his face as he backed away. The years sloughed off him, leaving him winking at her with a remarkably boyish twinkle in his eyes. "It's just a kiss, Adele."
Chapter 17
"You came."
Adele took a glass of champagne from a passing tray and sipped it, the bubbles tickling her dry throat as she examined the darkened room. Angel's Fall had been built in a newly restored church, and the watchful eyes of stained glass angels looked down upon the gaming tables as their denizens committed to sin. "You doubted me?"
Devoncourt leaned closer, his mouth curling into a satisfied little smile. He'd found her the second she entered. "You've been a touch inconsistent in the past, my dear."
"Is that not a lady's whim?"
