Page 61 of The Duke's Inconvenient Bride
He claimed her mouth gently at first, but grew bolder as she pressed closer to him and opened for his tongue. He dipped inside, tasting her, reveling in her breathy sighs. He backed her up and turned her so that her calves hit the side of the bed. Her eyes widened, but she allowed him to lower her to the mattress and crawl over her.
“How much do you know about the marital act?” he asked.
She moistened her lips. “I know that a part of you goes inside a part of me.”
That’s about what he’d assumed.
He dropped kisses along the length of her neck, and she subconsciously parted her legs.
He hovered above her. “Did you know it can bring pleasure?”
She looked confused. “For the man?”
“For both parties,” he corrected. “Let me show you.”
“Yes, please.” She came up on her elbows. “What do I need to do?”
“Nothing. Just tell me what you like and what you don’t.”
She blushed harder. “I will.”
Vaughan slipped down her body until he reached the hem of her nightgown. He took hold of the edge. “May I?”
Her teeth sank into her lower lip, but she nodded. He peeled the silk up to reveal the blond curls at the apex of her thighs. She pressed her legs together, then gasped.
“That felt good, didn’t it?” he growled.
“Y-yes,” she stammered. “No one has ever looked at me there before.”
And no one else ever will.
He ignored the overly possessive thought.
“You’re beautiful.” He blew against her soft flesh, and she quivered. So much gorgeous pinkness, all for him.
“Are you sure there’s nothing I need to do?” she asked, her tone worried.
He smiled reassuringly. “Trust me, letting me know what you like and what you don’t is the only thing you need to do.”
He imagined that alone would be difficult for a woman who’d never had to express herself sexually before.
“I want to kiss you down here.” He looked up at her. “May I?”
“Yes.”
He spread her with his hands and licked down her center. Her hips bucked, and she cried out.
“Good or bad?” he asked.
She kept her eyes trained on the ceiling. He suspected she was too embarrassed to meet his gaze.
“Good.”
He tasted her again, and this time she didn’t buck, but she let out the sweetest whimper.
“Mm.” He moaned against her.
“Oh, God.” She clutched the sheets. “Oh, that’s wicked.”
