Page 29 of The Duke and the Widow
She drew a deep breath and told herself to be the bold woman she had always been and go after what she wanted. And what she wanted was to be married to the man before her. To bear his children and to care for his sweet little brothers who needed their love and guidance.
“Yes.”
He picked her up and set her in his lap before kissing her with such intensity she believed he feared he might never have the chance to do so again. She returned his kiss with the same need, hoping to convey everything she felt for him at that moment.
When he broke the kiss, he held her tight and pressed his forehead to hers. “Will you depart with me tomorrow?”
“Tongues will wag if I do so.”
“Let them say a word about it. They will live to regret it when I cut each and every one of them and have everyone we know do the same.”
She laughed. “Glad to know you haven’t gone completely soft from love, Duke. There are times when I certainly prefer you to be the commanding duke, Your Grace.”
Dark desire flashed across his handsome visage, and she knew he understood her meaning. He quickly unbuttoned his falls to release himself and then shifted her so that she straddled him, his cock protruding proudly between them. Raising her skirts, he began working his hands between her thighs.
“Take all of my cock, my future duchess.”
If his fingers hadn’t already made her more than ready for him, his words certainly would have. He lifted her and helped her slide down on top of him. He released a low groan when she was fully seated, and she reveled in the effect she had on him.
She rocked her hips hard against him. Placing her hands behind her on his knees, she leaned back so she pleasured them both from a different angle. It was met with approval from the way he bucked and growled beneath her, gripping her hips to aid in moving her faster.
He shifted one of his hands to her breasts, lowering the neckline of her dress so they each hung out of the front, bobbing with each of her movements to ride his shaft. He massaged her right breast and gave her nipple a gentle squeeze.
She was so close to her release, each time she seated herself on him, she brought herself closer to the brink of ecstasy.
“Love, I am so close…” he ground out, his words low and gravelly.
“Do you wish for me to stop?” she asked, slowing her movements.
“Not anymore,” he replied quickly.
She leaned forward and kissed him, sweeping her tongue into his mouth. Then she pulled back so they were nose to nose. “I don’t either.”
“If I release inside of you, there is no backing out. You are marrying me,” he said, gripping her hips again. She loved how her skin heated everywhere he touched her.
“Nothing could stop me,” she said, increasing the speed of her hips.
“I love you so much,” he said between breaths.
She rocked against him in a steady rhythm. “I love you, too, James.”
He groaned, his breathing ragged, and he thrust upwards into her.
The first wave of her orgasm hit her, and she clenched and slowed to drag out every second as it expanded to send pulses through her entire body. James gripped her hips and held her down against him as he pumped into her, moaning her name as he filled her with his seed.
She slumped against him, tired and sated from the exertion, placing soft kisses on his jaw before burying her face in his neck.
James lovingly wrapped his arms around her. “Is there anything you wish to command me to do, my future wife?”
She thought for a moment and then nuzzled her nose against his chin. “You will allow me to sleep in your bed tonight and to depart with you tomorrow.”
Pulling herself up so she could face him, she found that he was smirking at her.
“That’s my good little minx.”
Epilogue
3 months later
