Page 51 of The Duke's Mysterious Lover
“Good Lord, ye caked this shite in here, did ye no’? Is this pork fat? Beef drippings? Yer stealing from my kitchen now?”
Kit’s eyelids were half-closed so she could better focus on the sensations tripping through her body. “You know the grease your coachmen use to keep your carriage axles turning?”
Thorne froze in the process of scrubbing her hair. “Ye’re kidding,” he demanded.
Her laughs triggered his own, and when he chuckled, she felt it through her body.
He made short work of rinsing out the pomade from her hair—the same goop he’d used a few times for fancy events, sheknew. Once finished, Kit turned in the bathtub to reach over his shoulder to the tap, bringing in cleaner water.
It wasn’t until she was finished, and sat back, that she realized she was now straddling him, her hands braced on his shoulders. And he was grinning up at her like a schoolboy on Christmas morning.
“What?”
“Och, nothing much.” His hands skimmed up her sides until his thumbs rested just under her breast. “Just thinking this is the best view I’ve ever seen.”
She scoffed dismissively. The man was a rake; he’d had plenty of women in this position.
In the bathtub?
Well, perhaps thatwasa first.
A big part of Kit had to admit that she liked the thought of being memorable to Thorne. Perhaps they didn’t have a future together, but if he remembered her—even if it was only asthe redhead I bonked in the bath—that would be nice.
So she smiled in return and made a show of sliding forward until his erect cock rested against her curls. In the now-clean water, she could see its angry red head when she glanced between her breasts.
“The view’s not bad,” she agreed impishly.
Instead of scolding her, Thorne slid his hands forward to cup her breasts, and Kit’s smile vanished in a desperate sort of moan as she leaned into his touch.
God in heaven, but the man knew how to love a pair of tits!
Or perhaps, after weeks of being bound up, hers were just incredibly sensitive? Either way, the mere memory of what he’d done with his tongue in the carriage, combined with the way he was rolling her nipples between his fingers, sent another rush of liquid heat to her core.
“Thorne,” she whimpered.
“Lass, I’m spread out beneath ye. Ye have me pinned. I’m yers to use how ye wish.”
There was a teasing, hopeful tone to his words that told Kit he was desperate for this as well.
So it was a simple matter to lean forward, bracing her weight with one hand while the other reached below the water to grasp his shaft. He sucked in a breath when she squeezed…
But when she sank back down atop his cock, taking him inside her slowly, they both sighed.
He wasbig, longer than the men she’d been with before, and it was a surreal feeling, to slide down his length inch by inch, accepting him into her body.
But when she was fully seated, it felt…perfect. Thorne had stilled beneath her, even his breathing shallow, his hands cupping her breasts as he watched her. Only his eyes moved, flicking over her visage as if askingis this alright? Are you happy?
And yes, she was.
Without speaking, she reached forward to place her palm on his cheek. The touch was gentle, soft, and he tilted his chin sideways to press into it without dropping her gaze.
“You’re beautiful,” Kit whispered, meaning it. “So perfect. You feel how perfectly we fit together? Thank you.”
His lips opened on a gasp, his beautiful eyes growing a little watery. She knew that had been the right thing to say.
“Thorne? I’m going to make love to you now.”
“Please, love.”
