Page 53 of The Duchess' Replacement

Sarah’s eyes flared in response to his question.

“Yes.” Her voice was quiet, but determined. There was no hint of question in her affirmation.

Charles rested his forehead against hers. “Good girl.”

Sarah’s moan was captured by Charles’s lips as his tongue swiped into her mouth.

She didn’t fight back, she didn’t try to outmaneuver him, she simply gave into him. She pressed her body against his, molding her slim frame to his.

Her mouth’s compliance didn’t equal full submission, however. Her hands reached up and found purchase within his long hair. She pulled against the strands eliciting a growl from Charles.

His little hellion could definitely stand her own ground which made this all the more enjoyable.

After all, the hunt is just as enjoyable as the meal.

Sarah had given up trying to understand the man who was now holding her bottom as her legs wrapped around his waist. And she most definitely stopped trying to understand why her own body forgot everything she stood for when he talked to her in his seductive way.

Clever girlnearly sent her tumbling.Good girlalmost sent her to an early grave.

His mouth continued his attack on her and she willfully gave in to him. Her body was on fire and it craved consumption. If this was how she would go out, she’d welcome it.

Her legs tightened around his stomach, a part of her needing to be closer, and closer still, to him.

Her fingers played his silky strands, scraping his scalp with little tugs here and there. Every time she tugged he grunted and moved against her causing the most delicious sensation to course through her body.

Charles dipped at the waist laying her down on the sofa amongst her sickly sweet pink pillows and she couldn’t help to giggle at the juxtaposition of the feminine pillows against the masculine sofa.

“Are you really not mad at the state of your study?” She whispered.

Charles’s bruised lips were plump and marked by her lip stain. His hair was tousled giving him a roguish charm she found pleasing.

He shook his head. “Not one bit. I quite admire you, actually. Not many people have had the gall to stand up to me. And no one has had the ability to do so through room decorating.”

Sarah laughed at his joke while her body warmed. Who was this man and how could she get him to stay?

Charles closed the space between them, fully laying her on the sofa. He placed his forearms on either side of her head, his legs pushing hers out to allow him to nestle between her legs.

Sarah brought her legs up and, once again, settled them around his waist.

He took her mouth and pushed his tongue into her.

Even fully clothed Sarah felt his length push up against her and she moaned loudly into his mouth.

“Charles.” She groaned in pleasure.

“You are so receptive of me, darling.” He was relentless and shameless.

Darling.

Sarah’s eyes rolled back and she arched against him. There should be studies done on this man’s voice and his affect on her. Simple words like “clever,” “good,” and “darling,” had the ability to send her into a different reality.

His mouth trailed down her neck and found a sweet spot right at the base of her neck and sucked. She gasped and raked her hands through his hair.

She pushed up against him, needing more friction, more of him. Surely he wasn’t going to make her wait a full eight days. Especially since she was supposed to take those eight days to wrap her head around being with him.

Considering her body was currently literally wrapped around him, she felt most decidedly ready to have him.

She pulled at his shirt, hoping he would get the idea she wanted it off of him. Charles ignored her ministrations as his kisses kept traveling south.

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