Page 24 of The Duke and the Widow
He contemplated her. “And that makes you feel guilty.” He didn’t pose it as a question, nor did he appear to be irritated by the revelation.
“I don’t know what I feel, James.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, almost causing her to go weak in the knees from his embrace.
“But you feel something?” The tone in the way he asked was almost pleading.
James lowered his lips towards hers and stopped just before they would touch, waiting for her to give some kind of response. She gave a few small nods, and he pressed his lips to hers. Deepening the kiss, he swept his tongue into her mouth and massaged hers with such intensity that she became dependent on his hold on her to remain standing.
“I want you, James,” she whispered, breaking their kiss.
He released a low growl and picked her up so that she wrapped her legs around his waist, then took her lips again. Walking towards the nearest wall, he pressed her back to it to help anchor her against him. The cool brick beneath the fabric of her dress warred with the heat of his hard body against her front.
Working his hand beneath her skirts, he brushed his fingers across her slit, causing her to release a series of moans.
James slipped two fingers inside of her cunt. “I am pleased you are so wet, as I can hardly wait.”
She watched as he removed his fingers and began working the buttons of his falls to free himself. As soon as his cock jutted between them, he lifted her over himself and then lowered her to take all of him.
“You feel so bloody perfect,” he whispered against her ear before licking and sucking along the sensitive part of her neck.
Rosina rocked against him as much as she could with the wall supporting her back, and he groaned. He thrust into her, gripping her hips to hold her in place against the wall. Tightening her legs around his waist as he bucked harder, his breathing ragged from the exertion.
She removed one hand that had been around his neck and slipped it between them to massage her pearl while he took her.
“Yes,” he ground out. “Touch yourself. Lift your skirts higher so I can watch.”
Releasing his neck, she did as he said and bunched her skirts with her other hand so we could see her hand at work.
He slowed his thrusts and kept his gaze trained on her hand, releasing a series of low growls and moans as she panted from bringing herself closer and closer to a sweet release.
Steadily increasing his speed, he thrust harder into her. He entered her so deep with his entire length, and she became more undone each time he did so. When her orgasm hit, it consumed her entire body. She rocked and cried out his name with abandon since no one would hear them.
James pulled her off him, set her to stand before him, then took himself in hand to stroke his shaft, closing his eyes. She dropped to her knees on the stone floor and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.
“Fuck,” he whispered, clasping her head in his hands and pushing himself deeper into her mouth.
Rosina cupped his ballocks with her hand and massaged them while she sucked hard down the base of his length. He growled and pulled back, then thrust again. She didn’t relent on how she sucked him, and he thrust one more time before he spent his warm seed on her tongue.
As soon as she had swallowed what he gave her, he reached for her and pulled her to stand before him, then placed a few tender kisses at the corner of her lips.
“Rosina,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers while they both caught their breaths. “What is happening between us?”
“I don’t know.” That much was true.
“What do you want it all to mean?”
“I truly don’t know, James.” Another truth. “Can we just enjoy each other for now?” She trembled, still uncertain she could allow herself to accept her feelings. When she had said she wanted him, she didn’t just mean physically, but admitting that to him would only start them on a path she wasn’t certain she wished to be on.
He pulled back and gave her a soft smile. “Of course,” he replied, then shifted his expression to a smirk. “Minx.”
Chapter 10
Jameshadlosthisheart to the beautiful Lady Preston, and he wasn’t certain she would ever let her walls down enough to allow a future for them. He was the fool who allowed himself to feel more for her. The arrangement was only supposed to be about pleasure, but somehow he had fallen in love with her along the way.
She wasn’t just beautiful, though she was most definitely that, but she was also confident and fierce. Everything he could want for his duchess and the woman who would be at his side for the rest of his life. When had he started thinking about forevers and happily-ever-afters?
After their time in the folly, he visited her chamber that evening and she ensured they were far too preoccupied to do much talking. Although he longed to know what she might feel for him.
