Page 96 of The Duke's Inconvenient Bride
He passed her the brush, and she rose slowly and placed it on the dresser, then turned to face him. Her cheeks were pink, and her eyes darkened as she came toward him. He was eager to see what she would do. So far, he had been the pursuer in all of their encounters.
She took hold of his waist and stretched up onto her toes, parting her lips in a clear invitation. With a groan, he lowered his head and took her mouth. She tasted faintly of tea. She must have had some before retiring to her room.
When she pressed closer, he cupped her bottom and cradled her against his erection. She rolled her hips, and he tore his mouth from hers and brushed his lips down the side of her neck, inhaling vanilla and woman.
He cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over the fabric of her dress. He needed to get his hands on her properly.
“Take the dress off,” he growled.
She pulled away from him and caught her lower lip between her teeth. “I’ll need your help to undo the buttons. Daisy usually does that before she leaves.”
“Right. Of course.”
She presented her back to him. His fingers tripped over the buttons as he rushed to unfasten them. Damn his fumbling fingers. They were too big for such delicate work. Eventually, he managed to undo enough of them to get her free. She raised her arms, and he lifted the dress over her head and set it over the chair.
His smile grew wicked at the sight that greeted him. His wife in her petticoats and undergarments. Possessiveness surged through him. No one else had ever seen her this way, and in that moment, he wished with all his heart that he could say no one ever would.
Once she was nude, he undid the tie of his own robe. He’d undressed before he’d come to her. He stood motionless and watched as Emma’s hungry gaze darted across his chest, down his abdomen, and paused when it landed on the thick shaft of his cock. Her tongue flashed out and wet her lips.
Good God, was she trying to kill him?
“May I….” She hesitated.
“What, sweetheart?” he asked. When it came to this, he would gladly give her anything she wanted.
She rubbed her lips together and lifted her eyes as high as his chest but didn’t meet his gaze.
“You… put your mouth on me,” she said.
Oh, Christ.
“I did.”
Her blush deepened, and spread down her neck. “It felt divine. Would you like it if I put my mouth on you?”
His cock twitched, very much on board with this idea.
“Yes, but I don’t want you to think you must,” he said earnestly. “I experience pleasure every time I’m with you regardless of where your mouth goes.”
She raised her chin, her expression determined. “I want to.”
Fine, then. Far be it for him to refuse.
“Where would you like me?” he asked.
She glanced at him, and then around the room. “Can you lie on the bed?”
He did so, scooting up so his legs didn’t hang off the end. Emma crawled over him, straddling his legs. She stared down at him for a long moment, her head cocked as she worked out the logistics. When she’d thought it through, she took some of her weight on one arm and used the other to grip him.
He fought not to buck his hips. He didn’t want to startle her. She ran her hand along his length, her thumb gliding up and over the throbbing head. He swallowed a moan. Her touch was too soft and unsure, but seeing her hand on him and the curiosity shining in her eyes more than made up for it.
She dipped her head and pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock. A dribble of fluid beaded there, and she eyed it with interest.
“What’s this?”
“My seed,” he explained. “It means I want you.”
A satisfied smile curled her lips, and her tongue flicked out and lapped it up so fast that he didn’t have time to react. Pleasure sizzled through him.
