Page 37 of Seven Nights with the Wicked Duke
Her breasts felt full with need. Her nipples hardened to painful points in her dress and all she wanted was to be free of it, but there were too many complications and this was no place to explore such risky behaviors.
His hand crept higher, cupping her breasts and she leaned harder against him as liquid heat pooled at her core, rendering her knees weak. His other hand came around her to hold her up to the onslaught of his hands.
"You are incorrigible," she breathed out when she felt his hands pinch at her nipples through her gown.
The man hadn't even let her decide if she wished to chase seduction somewhere so risky and was now assaulting her senses so she couldn't think rationally.
He really was the worst sort of rake.
"I am just a man who intends to make your desires happen,Cecilia," he whispered against her neck. "Do not fault me if I enjoy myself thoroughly in the process."
Cecilia whimpered at his wicked words. He had such a naughty mouth on him that she wondered how he maintained his duality in polite society. Only a few days she had spent in his company, she had struggled to maintain polite conversation.
"We cannot…" she tried to protest but the words struggled to form as he continued to caress her neck with his lips. "Someone could walk in."
Surely he could understand why it was too dangerous to do something so scandalous here.
"I will just have to be quick then," he said, turning her to face him. "Do try to keep silent, little mouse."
Before she could think about what those ominous words meant, he slanted his lips over her, hands moving down her back so he could grab her buttocks and lift her to him.
Oh,she thought.
She finally understood what he meant.
CHAPTER 13
Theo saw when his little lady understood what his words meant but he didn't want her thinking and denying them both what they craved.
Kissing her was becoming his favorite thing to do and he didn't like it so he punished her with his lips and teeth till she was whimpering into his mouth.
He was careful not to bruise her but he wanted to mark her so terribly and watch her squirm as she tried to explain why she looked like she had been kissed thoroughly.
He wanted to see the eyes of thetonwiden as they realized the prim and proper lady Cecilia was the furthest thing from proper, and he so terribly wanted to see them speculate who had compromised her, knowing they would never suspect him.
Even now she was matching his kisses, her hand burying in his hair which caused him to smile against her mouth. He eased his assault on her mouth, stilling his basal urge to mark her lips.
She was unrestrained in her responses now.
To think she had feared being caught.
With the sounds she was making, they would no doubt be caught soon.
"I told you to try to keep silent, little mouse," he reminded her.
"You are doing nothing to make me do so," she breathed out.
He grinned and placed her atop a particularly beautiful oak desk and eyed her swollen lips and bright eyes. Pleasure looked good on her and he was pleased with how he had painted her mouth. He wanted to see her everywhere and hear her attempt to silence her cries as he tasted her and he didn't deny himself that pleasure.
He kissed his way down her neck, nipping her breasts lightly but that was not his destination today. He had watched her flirt and play innocent and wanted to see if she would remain innocent with him when he had his tongue on her quim.
There would be no easing her into it.
He was no gentleman and she would remember it.
He didn't spare her a moment of vulnerability not when he had already seen her in just a chemise. She sat up confused when he began to hike up her skirts but she didn't appear worried, just curious and he smiled.
She had grown to trust him after all.
