Page 38 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
She tasted like spiced apples and when I pulled her tighter against me, she moaned so sweetly. My cock ached to feel her against me, but I didn’t push her. I needed to go slow, or I would combust.
I used my grip on her jaw to tilt her head back again andkissed a path to the pulse point right behind her ear.
“Is this ok?” I asked.
She moaned quietly as I traced the edge of her ear with the tip of my tongue.
“Yes.” She pushed her hips back, dragging them along my hard length, the pressure exquisite torture.
“If I move my hand,” I ran my finger along her jaw so she knew which hand, “will you be a good girl and stay still for me?”
I held my breath, waiting for her answer.
“Yes.”
I gently ran my hand down her neck to her shoulder and arm. I brought her arm up and around me so she could use me as an anchor. She arched again and whimpered at the open position.
“Stay still, Lily.”
Knowing full well that she wouldn’t—couldn’t—stay still, I ran my hand down her arm to her side, brushing her breast and running my thumb along the edge of the wide arm of her tank top. I brushed her silk smooth skin with my calloused fingers, teasing her with a touch just to the side of where I knew she needed it.
She had been right that I had experienced, enough to know exactly how to tease and tempt her.
With my other hand, I lifted the hem of her shirt and ran my hand along the bare skin to the edge of her pants. I slipped my pinky under the waistband, just far enough to feel the top of her curls.
“Duke.” She squirmed.
“Be a good girl for me.”
She nodded and then turned her head to nuzzle my neck.
I ran my hand along her stomach, feeling the smooth skin pulled just a little too tight over her hipbones. I neededto do a better job of making sure she ate, but not tonight. Tonight, I needed to feed another hunger altogether.
When she moved her head again, I had the perfect access to kiss along her neck until I could nip gently at the spot where it met her shoulder.
She whimpered and ground against me again.
“Use your words, Lily. Do you still want this?” I asked. “Do you still want me?” I couldn’t help tacking that on. It wasn’t fair of me to ask her like this, but I needed to hear that she wantedmeand not just sex.
“Yes, Duke. I still want you.”
She ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. I’d let my hair grow long since leaving the Marines, a little rebellion against the organization that demanded so much from me and then kicked me out without a second thought. I had been considering cutting it again, just to get it off my neck, but Lily’s fingers twined in it and tugged, and I reconsidered my plans.
She used her grip on my head to guide me back to her neck and arched herself into the touch, moving along my cock and thrusting her chest out, looking for stimulation I wasn’t going to provide.
“I’m not going to fuck you here,” I whispered in her ear before taking the lobe into my mouth and sucking on it lightly.
She whimpered again.
“Please, Duke. I need—” I nipped at her neck again and she didn’t finish her sentence.
“I know what you need and it’s not a fast and dirty fucking on the living room floor. Not tonight. Tonight, we are going to savor this. You’re going to be comfortable, naked, and begging when I finally fill you.”
“Yes, please.”
She arched against me again, lost in a haze of pleasure. My cock throbbed at the sight of her drunk on my touches. In all my wild fantasies, I’d never pictured this. The soft, open, sensual woman before me. She was so different from the Lily that most people saw. No one had seen her like this.
The dark, possessive part of me purred in satisfaction.
