Page 38 of Daisy and the Duke
“Then turn over.” It was part order, part plea.
Daisy rolled onto her stomach, and Tristen straddled her, plucking at the buttons one by one. She felt the heat of his thighs though her gown, and got a little faint. Anyone seeing them in this moment would be scandalized.Shewas scandalized, but even more than that, she was entranced, excited to discover what she’d feel next.
Tristan pulled the bodice of the gown a few inches away from her body and then bent down, kissing the newly exposed skin of her back.
Daisy let out a soft moan. Who knew how good that could feel? She shivered with pleasure and the growing sense that she needed even more than this. That there was something entirely new that awaited her if only she allowed Tristan to continue.
This is why they tell us men are dangerous, Daisy mused, lost in the lovely feelings Tristan was summoning in her body, his mouth warm and soft on her skin.
Then he moved so his mouth was at her ear. He said, “You have no idea how much I want to take your gown off, Daisy. See you utterly naked.”
“I…I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”
Before she could say more, he was turning her over again, so she could look at him directly. “I won’t,” he said. “I want to, but I’ll never do anything you don’t want, darling.”
“What if Ididsay to take off my clothes?” she asked, with the sort of boldness that only comes from twilight. “Or yours? I’ve never seen a real man naked before. Those illustrations from the books were not terribly accurate, I suspect.”
“You’d be scared if you saw me naked.”
His voice was gruff, even angry, and Daisy felt a thrill of something almost like fear—but not quite. “I’d never be scared of you,” she whispered. “Even when you yelled at me, it was only because you were in pain.”
Tristan looked at her a long moment, wonder in his eyes. “You knew that? That it hurt me to hear that sound?”
“Well, wasn’t it obvious? You’d never yell at a person to be cruel.”
“Daisy, I never apologized for yelling.”
She giggled. “I’d say you’re apologizing now. It’s certainly much nicer to be kissing, isn’t it?”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He bent his head to capture her lower lip, sucking it gently, until Daisy was panting with a newly awakened desire.
“Tristan,” she said at last. “Tell me what to do. It’s one thing to read about it, but quite another to actually be with someone…”you love, she almost said. Was that what was happening? Was Daisy falling in love with him? Why else would she want to offer herself to him, not just her body, but her heart too? “I want to please you.”
“Oh, God, she’s going to destroy me,” he groaned to himself. Then he said, in a low tone, “If you want to please me, let me touch you.”
“You are touching me,” she told him, smiling, for he was practically molded to her, his body pressed to hers.
“This will be different.” He reached down and found the bottom of her gown, slipping his hand under the hem, gliding along her leg. He shifted, intending to kneel between her legs. “Spread your knees apart a little. Trust me, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you.”
Hurt her? Daisy wouldn’t describe the dizzying rush of warmth ashurt. It was pure, honey-thick sweetness.
Tristan ran his hand up her inner thigh until he brushed against the curls between her legs. “I’m going to touch you here,” he said. “Tell me if you like it.”
Then his fingers were stroking lightly against her body, that hidden core. And his touch felt divine. Daisy sighed as lovely, shivery sensations began to radiate through her.
“I do like that,” she whispered, gazing at him. “Oh, yes. I do.”
His jaw worked as he watched her respond to his exploration of her body. Daisy accepted each new touch and stroke with a delighted gasp, until she felt his finger slip all the way into her body, and she cried out in pleasure and astonishment.
“Too much?” he asked, withdrawing his finger.
“No! It’s…wonderful. The books suggested it would be.”
“I have a lot of questions about this school, if those books were so easy to find.” He smiled, and slipped his finger into her body once more.
“Mmm, yes.” She closed her eyes, enjoying his touch, learning that there was a sort of rhythm to the feelings in her body, and that her hips wanted to move to meet his hand.
He noticed too, and encouraged her. “Yes, press against me, just like that.”
