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She scooted toward him, climbed into his lap, and looped her arms around his neck.“Then there is no reason we cannot enjoy a few things.”
His breath was starting to come fast, and she could feel that he was still hard for her.“Are you sure?”
She pressed a firm kiss to his mouth.“Completely sure.”Sure about you, she added silently.
“In that case,” he said, then claimed her mouth with his.
Chapter26
Harrington could notbelievethis was happening.
He was on a bed with the woman of his dreams, and through some strange miracle, she actually wanted him, too.
He couldn’t quite shake the conviction that she might change her mind at any second.
Although she showed no hesitation.She yanked his shirt out of the waistband of his trousers with brutal efficiency, her lips never leaving his.While he cradled her face, marveling that she was letting him kiss her, she seemed bent on stripping him bare.Which heloved.His deepest sexual fantasies all involved a woman who would boss him around, evenpushhim around, tie him to the bed, and spank him, and then force him to pleasure her.
Ever since the day he had first spoken to Diana and had discovered how deliciously strict she could be, he had pictured no one but her.
Not that he would ever tell her as much.It was bad enough that he had these lurid fantasies.He would destroy any sliver of a chance that she would remain his wife beyond the scope of this house party if he let slip what a degenerate he really was.
But the monster inside of him couldn’t help but thrill as she yanked his shirt up over his head and tossed it contemptuously to the floor.She swung a leg around to straddle him, and everything inside him purred, loving that she had assumed this commanding position.
He leaned back on his hands, allowing her to explore his chest with eager fingers.It seemed as if she liked what she saw, because she growled like a lioness, fusing her lips to his.
He reached up, framing her face, and kissed her in earnest.Diana might be inexperienced, but she was a natural at this.She had lined her core up with his straining cock, and as they kissed, she started rocking against him.God, but she was killing him.He hadn’t been with a woman for a duration that didn’t bear thinking about, as the only women available on deployment were camp followers from whom the odds of catching an unmentionable disease were alarmingly high.And, considering this was the woman who had been fueling his midnight fantasies for several years, he couldn’t take too much of her petting him like this without embarrassing himself.
Then, she went and made it a thousand times worse.With a cry of frustration, she grasped the hem of her chemise and pulled it over her head, hurling it in the same direction as his shirt.
Harrington’s brain ceased functioning, completely and utterly, at the sight of Diana in all her perfection.Sweet Jesus.He had never imagined anything so beautiful.Her skin was pale with a blue-veined, almost translucent quality.She wasn’t what you would call buxom, but Harrington didn’t mind in the slightest, as the sight of her delicate, rose-tipped breasts made his mouth go dry.Her limbs were thin.Delicate.Which was ironic, considering he had watched this woman fence her brother into the ground.But these contrasts were part of what made Diana so utterly irresistible.
He managed to gather enough wits to notice that she was reaching for the buttons on his trousers.“No,” he said, clamping his hand around her wrist.
She scowled at him.“Will you relax?We already discussed this.We can touch one another without divesting me of my maidenh?—”
He silenced her with a ravenous kiss.“That’s not what I meant,” he said, pleased to note that she was dewy-eyed and stunned speechless.“My God, Diana!Just look at you—you’regorgeous!I’ll tell you what is going to happen next—you are going to lie back on this bed, and I am going to worship you in the manner you deserve.”
The corner of her mouth quirked up.“Hmm.”She made a magnanimous gesture.“I suppose I will permit it.”
“You’re damn right, you will.”With a snarl, he tossed her back onto the bed, where she landed with a breathless laugh.He climbed atop her, and she squirmed against him, clearly enjoying the feeling of his skin against hers as much as he was.
He let her enjoy that for a moment, then began kissing his way down her temple, across her jaw, and down her neck.He paused to worship her collarbone—who would have thought that acollarbonecould be so erotic?—before coming to her breasts.
He couldn’t resist.With a groan, he sucked one of her pebbled, rosy nipples into his mouth.She made a sound of pleasure and buried her fingers in his hair, and this was when Harrington discovered that she was exquisitely sensitive there.He experimented with gentle swirls, flicks of his tongue, and deep pulls.Diana seemed to adore them all.
He switched to the other breast.God, but he could do this all day.After all, what man ever got sick of hearing his woman gasp, “Oh, Harrington!Please don’t stop—that feelsso good!”
But all good things must come to an end, and slowly, the sounds Diana was making took on a note of frustration.Finally, she gasped, “Please, Harrington!Please, I need to come!”
He obliged at once, kissing his way down her stomach.“I take it you’ve touched yourself before?”
“Yes,” she panted, looking dazed.
He pressed a kiss against the inside of her thigh.“Was there a picture in that book of what I’m about to do?”
“There was.More than one.”Her heavy-lidded, pleasure-infused smile was beautiful to see.“You’re the one I liked to imagine doing it.When I was touching myself in my bed at night.”
That made two of them.It was gratifying to know that his infatuation hadn’t been entirely one-sided.“Let’s see if I can live up to your imaginings.”
