Page 5 of Seven Nights with the Wicked Duke
His words were said with a widening smile that had her frowning again. Why was it so hard to drop his habit of laughing at her?
"You said you would stop laughing at me," she reminded him.
"I'm trying hard not to," he answered. "I find things generally amusing and the situation is amusing."
"That's not very kind."
He stepped closer, pushing her into the wall. His hand went to her thigh, pulling her into him so he could step between her legs. She gasped at how quickly he had done all this and how he hadn't sought her permission to do so.
His hand on her thigh felt impossibly hot and her body burned when he ran a finger along the underside.
"You will find no kindness in these halls, nor with me, kitten," he stated, pushing her face up to his with a lone finger under her chin. His finger traced her lip before he pulled it back, fisting her unbound hair and bringing it to his nose. "Most men don't come here to find brides and women don't come here to find husbands. The only thing you can find is pleasure. Hard and fast. No lovemaking here, so do not be misguided. You have come to a very dangerous place and you're all alone with a dangerous man smelling as delicious as you do."
He had such a wicked mouth that she found it hard to breathe, but she wanted to prove she was no debutante easily scared. She wasn't ignorant of what was happening in the alcoves around them.
She had sensed the danger in him since she had first seen him staring at her across the room and he hadn't frightened her then. He wouldn't frighten her now even if he kept making odd sensations flit across her body.
"I did not come to find a husband either," she said, lifting her face to his. "I am here to find my own pleasure."
He grinned and buried his nose in her neck breathing deeply. He seemed to find her scent as fascinating as she found his.
Still, his unabashed exploration of her body left much to be desired. If she weren't so shy she would do the same, butwhere would she even begin? She risked lifting her hands to his shoulders which drew his eyes to her hand and then her eyes.
"Oh?" he asked. "And what do you know of pleasure, little cat? Did you want to be plowed on one of the fur line seats in the alcoves or to have someone taste you until you were sopping with need? No. I doubt it. You're a debutante. All those things are to be taught by your husband."
She didn't know why but his words had her panting as liquid heat filled her most intimate place and she bit her lips to bury a moan when his thigh rubbed against her softly.
He had warned her he was a dangerous man but she hadn't listened. His body and hands were wreaking havoc on her ability to function sensibly. If he were to ravish her here and now, she wouldn't be able to utter a word of protest.
"I only wanted a kiss," she answered breathily.
"A kiss?" he mused. "Well that can be easily arranged, little cat," he said, leaning closer till there was barely any distance between their lips. "All you have to do is ask."
"A…ask?" she stuttered.
"That is what I said," he replied. "Ask me to kiss you. You were bold enough to brave these halls, you should be bold enough to ask what you want."
"Kiss me then," she challenged. "You want to. It shall please both of us."
He laughed and buried his hand in her hair again, breathing her in.
"You are one funny woman and you smell so delicious and so familiar," He said. "You even sound like her but she is a good little debutante and won't be out looking for strangers to kiss. She would be…"
He paused as though realizing something and his mouth dipped in a frown but before she could say anything, he ripped off her mask.
She placed a hand over her face but it was too late. He had seen her.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" he asked angrily.
Did he know her?
"Answer me now or I swear to God," he spat, too furious to even finish his threat. "You're supposed to be at home."
"I… I…"
"Shite!" he cursed.
"Do you know me?"
