Page 21 of In Scandal with the Duke
The piercing tension in her stomach tightened. “Why is it so hard and so thick? Is this common?”
A soft shudder went through his body, and awe whispered through her. The duke’s rod … ah no, his cock, throbbed beneath her palm, she squeezed in reaction, and he groaned. How could a sound pebble bump on the skin and pierce deep inside of her sex with a sensation never felt in all her years?
Alarmed by the feeling, she released him and stepped back. Elizabeth felt the desperate ache to rub her legs together to assuage the peculiar need blooming inside. She shifted, squeezing her thighs tightly together.
“That will not help,” he drawled, brushing his mouth against the spot behind her ear.
“What?” she whispered, dazedly wondering why they were still keeping their voices low.
“Rubbing your legs together to stop the ache in your pussy. Only a few hours of hot fucking will relieve it.”
Her sex grew wet. Elizabeth trembled. “My pussy? Do you mean my flower?”
One of the hands on her hips trailed around to her belly and down to her sex and cupped her through her gown. An awful weakness assailed when a long finger dragged over her flesh, striking a heated pleasure to her center. Her hips arched, and a moan trapped itself in her throat. “Your Grace,” she gasped.
His breath seemed uneven for a moment. “James … call me, James, Elizabeth.”
“James,” she whispered.
“This is your pussy … your cunt … your sex and my cock is this hard because I want to split your legs wide open and sink deep inside you.”
Those words drifted over her skin like a flame, unsettling her composure entirely. A world of sensual delight awaited her; Elizabeth only needed to be brave enough to step off the cliff. Something evocative lingered just beyond her reach; she could feel it. His mouth found hers unerringly in the dark, and a hot ache coursed through her when he licked the closed seam of her mouth and whispered at the corner, “Do you understand?”
“No.”
“What do you not understand?”
Elizabeth tentatively squeezed his bulge. “I … my fingers cannot … cannot fully close around it …”
“If I should ever give in to the madness and fuck you, I promise, I’ll make you so damn wet it fit,” he murmured with sensual roughness.
Elizabeth moaned softly, closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of him. She was perversely delighted with his crudeness. A hot sensation writhed low in her belly, and she was alarmed by the wetness pooling where he touched. Something in the air felt far too perilous. She wrenched from his embrace, pressing the flat of her palm over her pounding heart. The duke did not allow her to go far, curving his hand around her waist and dragging her against his body.
“Ah,” he murmured with cool mockery, yet the hand that caressed over her back was soothing. “Too much?”
A striking silence fell in the space between them, and she had no notion of what to say. Elizabeth peered up at him, her heart squeezing when a coolness descended on his face, obliterating the desire that had been there earlier. Oddly, she felt relieved that whatever madness had been brewing was stopped, but she also wanted back that spark of passion. She looked away, not understanding the duality of needs that writhed inside of her.
James stepped away. “It was indeed ungentlemanly of me, Elizabeth, to speak to you so,” he said, bowing in that elegant way only men of thetonperfected to an art. “It will not happen again.”
An ache rose in her throat, and she stared at the dark shape of his silhouette, feeling helpless and unmoored. “James?”
“Yes.”
She felt herself slipping, sliding into something unexpected. “I want it to happen again.”
“No.”
If she possessed any wisp of rationality, she would turn around and leave, forgetting she had ever acted so improperly.
“I am three and twenty,” Elizabeth said softly. “I am not a young debutante who should be afraid to be alone outside with a man or should be afraid to admit I have never been kissed and that I so badly want to feel your mouth against mine.”
The duke inhaled sharply, and before she allowed her good senses to reassert themselves, Elizabeth stepped back into his arms and pressed her mouth against his.
CHAPTER7
Elizabeth pressed her mouth against James’s with an innocent ardor that made his blood surge in his veins, and his cock hardened even more. A hot clenching need scythed through him. He wanted Elizabeth Armstrong, perhaps more than he had ever wanted another woman. It was for that reason he held himself still, allowing her exploration because he did not wish to wound her with a rejection.
However, he would not participate, for he damn well knew a taste of her might tempt him to flick her gown up and take what she so innocently offered, fucking her to a glorious release. That stab of discomfort pierced him once again, and he brushed it aside with an annoyed grunt. She eased back, peering up at him. James could barely discern her features, but as they stood very close, he saw the pique.
