Page 67 of Must Love Scoundrels
Chapter Sixteen
Lucy wanted to pushDuncan’s head between her legs. She needed his tongue, his lips, his fingers on her. But he seemed to already know exactly what she wanted. He removed the delicious pressure of his knee and slid down her body, slipping his head between her legs and kissing her inner thigh. The stubble from his jaw tickled and rubbed against her tender flesh, making her squirm, even before his fingers parted her.
“One of these days we have to do this in the daylight,” he said, his breath warm against her center. “I want to see you.”
“Daylight. Yes,” she said. She thought she might have said yes to anything in that moment.
He kissed higher, his breath and his fingers warm on her core.
Suddenly, she rose up on her elbows. “You don’t have to do this.”
His head emerged from her skirts. “What?”
“You’re not obligated to do this because I...well, you don’t have to do this.”
There was a long silence. “You think I’m doing this because I feel obligated? Sweetheart, you have no idea how much Iwantto do this. You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of doing this.”
“But it must be hot and uncomfortable.”
“It’s perfect,” he said, lowering his head again. “You’re perfect.”
She felt his tongue on her inner thigh as he licked his way closer to the part of her that throbbed with need for him. Lucy forgot all about whatever fears she’d had. She couldn’t think of anything but the tantalizing pressure of his fingers on her sensitive flesh and the scrape of his tongue along that part of her that so needed to be touched.
She didn’t know what exactly he did, she just knew she never wanted him to stop. Within moments, she was panting and clutching at the cot, grasping at his hair, fondling her breasts. She’d never found pleasure so quickly and easily.
Her hips bucked off the cot and she clamped her teeth on her lip to keep from screaming. She might be engaging in behavior clearly beyond what an agent for the Crown should even be contemplating, much less doing, on a mission, but she was still an agent. Thank God there was no chance of their suspect rendezvousing tonight.
The pleasure reached a crescendo, and Lucy melted with a shuddering sigh. She threw an arm over her head and closed her eyes. Duncan moved to lie beside her, gathering her into his arms. She probably shouldn’t allow that. She didn’t usually cuddle after intimacy. But then she’d never had a man tell her he loved her before so it was not as though she would encourage him further. He was already in love with her. And while Lucy might not be in love with him, she was most assuredly in lust.
“Don’t fall asleep,” he said. “We have to go back to the lodge.”
“There’s plenty of time.”
“There’s two hours before dawn. At most.”
Lucy opened her eyes. “Really? How am I to deal with a rambunctious six-year-old tomorrow?”
“The same way I’ll pour wine and stand quietly for hours through dinner.”
“Being an agent is hard,” she said, closing her eyes and breathing him in.
“We’re supposed to be taking turns sleeping, not ravishing each other while we conduct surveillance.”
“I told you I was bad at surveillance.”
He chuckled. “I used to be good at it.”
“I’ve been a bad influence on you. You thought telling me about your past would make me despise you. It had the opposite effect.”
“You might consider looking more closely at why men who misbehave are so attractive to you.”
She gave him a light push then snuggled closer again. “It’s not your misbehavior that aroused me tonight. I feel horribly for that poor girl. What I found attractive is that you realized you’d wronged her. I like a man—I admire anyone—who can change and change for the better. So many people cannot. They try and try and try to change and always fall back into their old ways.”
