Page 61 of The Duke's Mysterious Lover
With a wordless little murmur, she wrapped her arms around his middle again and pulled him closer. Of course, this essentially just scooted her arse even closer to the edge of the desk, but she could lean her weight against him and he’d hold her up.
He always did.
To her surprise, Thorne pulled his hand from between them and threw his arms around her. This meant his now-softening cock nestled against her sticky curls, a sensation which made her smile against his chest.
He was still fully clothed, wasn’t he? All his buttons still done up primly, except for those on his fly. It made Kit wonderhow many other assignations he’d had like this. How used was he to taking his lovers on desks and tables? Licking their cunnies until they exploded, then merely pulling out his cock and sliding into position.
He’d known exactly what she’d needed. What she wanted.
Thorne buried his face in the crook between her shoulder and her neck. With her fingers spread across his back, she could feel his ragged breathing, and realized this…this wasn’t normal. Not for him.
No matter how many liaisons he’d had in the past, this had beenspecialfor him.
Likely because it’s the first time he’d had to undress another man on his own.
The thought—along with the joy still flooding her veins after that amazing ecstasy, caused laughter to bubble in Kit’s chest. She tried to tamp it down, knowing Thorne wouldn’t understand.
By God, she felt full of energy now. She wanted to rush across the room, scoop up her violin, and play something joyous and exciting and energetic. She wanted to spin in circles, open her arms to the world, throw back her head and laugh.
She wanted to stay right where she was, holding Thorne.
“Kit, I…” The words were muffled against her skin, and when he trailed off, she understood the truth.
No matter how she was feeling right now, she needed to think ofhisfeelings. He’d done something truly remarkable for her, pleasured her in a way no one had ever thought to do before.
He didn’t need her laughter, her energy.
He needed her gentle touches, her soft words.
So she stroked his back. “Thank you,” she whispered. “That was…lovely.”
He stirred against her, but didn’t straighten, and she had the impression he was waiting for more.
“Um… You were great?”
“Is that a question?” he mumbled against her collar.
“No, no. You were definitely—that was wonderful. Thank you.”Hell. This wasn’t enough. Her hands worked their way under his waistcoat and pressed against his back, his warmth potent. “I loved…everything about it. Aboutyou.”
Finally he stirred, slowly straightening.
Double hell. How did the words come so easily when he was inside her, but now, nothing? His brow was cocked skeptically as Thorne peered down at her.
“That was really quite fun and I’d like to do it again with you sometime. Soon. If it’s not too much trouble.”
Now his brows drew down, but he didn’t release her. “Ye’re shite at romance, Kit.”
“I know! I’m trying!” The words burst from her in exasperation.
His gaze softened as his shoulders relaxed, and he lifted one hand to trace the hair at her temple. “Try something like…” He tucked the hair behind her ear and his gaze settled there, while his touch moved to the sensitive outer rim of her ear. “That was remarkable. I think being with you might be the single most amazing experience of my life. The stars in the sky are the only beings in the universe which know this lightness, this strength. Your body makes mine sing.”
She gaped at him.
Thorne quirked a brow in question, and she nodded awkwardly. “Uh. Yes. Yes, all that. Singing body. Shining stars. Amazing.”
Something which looked a little like disappointment flashed in his blue eyes before it was shuttled away with wry humor. Hell, she reallywasshite when it came to romance, wasn’t she?
“I’m sorry, Thorne. I’m trying. It reallydidfeel special.”
