Page 12 of The Duke and the Widow
“Duke,” she moaned.
“James,” he ground out. “When my cock is inside of you, I want to hear my name from your lips.”
He thrust into her again, the confidence in his movements growing.
“James,” she moaned again.
The sound of his name made him wild, and he fucked her with abandon. Her fingernails dug into his back, and he was almost certain they’d leave marks. Not that he cared. He’d proudly wear the marks of her branding him. She panted and moaned his name again as he felt her cunt clench and pulse around his cock.
He thrust again and remembered himself just in time so he pulled out of her, giving himself two more strokes with his hand before he shot several streams of his seed across her stomach.
James wanted nothing more than to collapse beside her, but he knew the gentlemanly thing to do would be to retrieve a cloth and clean her. He left the bed to do just that, grabbed a cloth from beside her washbasin, and dabbed it in the water. Walking back to the bed, he took in the sight of her lying across the bed, her chest heaving, eyes closed, with her hair splayed out beside her and splattered with his seed. She was breathtaking.
Something tugged at his insides, and he shrugged it off as he returned to her and wiped away the proof of what had occurred between them. She came up on her elbows and watched him.
“Was your first time everything you hoped it would be, Duke?”
Any response he gave would be an understatement. “It surpassed all my expectations, my lady. You are quite the tutor.”
“Come back tomorrow, and I’ll teach you a few more things.”
There wasn’t a single thing that would keep him from doing so. Now that he’d experienced the ecstasy of what it meant to be with a woman, he was certain his appetite wouldn’t remain sated for very long.
Part of him longed to climb back on top of the beautiful woman before him and bury himself inside of her again, but Rosina had lain back and released a deep yawn. It had grown quite late already, and he should pace himself given that every night remaining in the house party awaited them.
He leaned over her and placed a light kiss on her lips. “I am eager to be under your tutelage. Among other things. Especially when the tutor is so beautiful.”
She smirked at him and rolled her eyes. Rosina may believe his words to be hollow flattery, but everything he said was true. Even if there wasn’t a future between them, there wasn’t any harm in finding her irresistible. He imagined it would only make the physical nature of their arrangement more satisfying.
James collected his clothing from around the room and dressed himself enough so that he could hurry to his own chamber. He started towards the door to depart.
“I shall see you at breakfast, my lady.”
“Indeed, Your Grace.”
He turned back to face her and leaned against the door.
“You should call me James when I’m not in your bed, too. In private, at least.”
She grinned at him, and he ignored how his heart raced.
“Good night, James.”
He gave her a small nod. “Good night, Rosina.”
James unlocked the door and cracked it open so he could see if anyone was lurking in the hallway. Turning back to look at her one last time, he winked at her. “Minx.”
Chapter 6
Thenextmorning,Rosinasat before the mirror while Molly styled her hair for the day. She had already donned her dark blue riding habit since there would be a riding party directly after breakfast. She didn’t see the point in donning a morning dress for breakfast just to return to her chamber to change again.
“So? How was he?” Molly asked.
“Molly!” Rosina pretended to be scandalized, but she had spoken of such things with Molly for years. She could trust Molly with anything and everything.
Her maid laughed. “It’s been so long since I’ve enjoyed a man. You can’t blame me if I am a bit curious.”
“He was quite passionate,” Rosina said. “And indeed a satisfying experience. I believe he shall return this evening.”
