Page 95 of The Duke's Wicked Widow
This wasn’t desperate, or post-coital, or angry. This was…
This was…
Perhaps you should stop trying to figure it out, and just enjoy it?
Well, yes, but that’s not how her brain worked, was it?
Ellie whimpered against his lips as one of his arms snaked across her lower back, pulling her flush against him. At this angle she could feel his hardness growing even thicker, as his tongue teased her lips.
She eagerly welcomed his touch, her fingers curling themselves into the hair at the back of his neck.
“Ellie,” he murmured, the kiss breaking into a million smaller kisses, each peppering her skin like the freckles Father had always despised. “Ellie, Ellie.Christ, love, I want…”
I want I want I want.
The words were pounding a refrain through her veins, but she was desperately afraid of making a mistake, of hurting him again. Of sending him away. So she only gasped, “Yes,” and hoped that would be enough to encourage him.
His fingers spread across her back and the hand at her temple moved to the back of her head. She could feel her simple coiffure falling, feel him tugging at her hair, and she gladly tipped her head at his direction.
His lips found her jaw, then her throat. She was arched backward, offering herself to him like a buffet, and her hands fell to his shoulders to hold herself steady.
God in Heaven, but she wanted this!
Suddenly, he pulled away, straightening as he tugged her head back further. “I want ye, Ellie.”
It was simple. It was direct.
It absolutely should not have been unbelievably erotic.
It was.
She should’ve been soft and seductive. She should’ve been shy, then admitting she wanted him too. But all she managed was a gasped,“Yes, please!” when his fingers tightened in her hair.
Yes. Yes yes yes!
Fawkes groaned as he released her, his lips moving to hers once more. While he kissed—his tongue teasing hers, his teeth nipping—he undressed her. And really, had she been more aware, Ellie likely would have been impressed. He managed to get all her buttons undone without once lifting his mouth from hers.
As her gown fell away—why did it feel so natural to shed her widow’s weeds?—his hands closed around her shoulders and she sighed with contentment.
When he finally lifted his head, he was grinning in bemusement, and that dimple was back.
“I dinnae think I can undo yer corset from this position, but I’d love to try.”
“Not fair,” she murmured, running her hands along his waistcoat. “You are still completely garbed.”
“Want to race?”
This kiss had turned into something more. Far more. Far better.
They came back together when they were mostly bare; she wore only her chemise, and he was nude, his thick cock jutting proudly away from his body. Sheshouldhave been cold, with the hearth all the way across the room…but everything about her seemed the opposite. Molten desire swept through her veins—she was so warm.
No, it wasFawkeswho made her so hot.
His hands were on her hips and he pushed forward, forcing her to step back, then again, as his mouth claimed her. When her rear end bumped against a table, she startled, but he’d been expecting it.
“Ellie,” he murmured against her skin, “I’m going to take yer chemise off now. Ye tell me if I do anything ye dinnae want.”
“I want you,” she managed to gasp. God in Heaven, she wanted him. Now.
