Page 20 of Her Devil of a Duke
She’s afraid of the dark?
It was something he could sympathize with. When it was dark, he slept, and in that sleep, he had nightmares. It was all too familiar to him now.
She looked ready to walk around him, but he was standing in the way so she couldn’t move at all.
“Your Grace.” She pointed to the doorway, clearly trying to get him to move out of the way.
Move, you buffoon.
Yet he couldn’t move at all. His desire was overpowering him. His eyes drifted down her at her movement, for it made her dressing gown fall open even more, revealing more of her night rail and how it was stuck to her body. He couldn’t look away, and a small sound escaped his throat, one that must have betrayed completely what he was feeling, as her lips parted as she stared at him.
Hurriedly, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. Perhaps she intended to hide herself from him, but all she did instead was press that sheer lace onto her breasts. Molded so completely to her shape, he could even see her nipples standing to attention through that lace. An image filled his mind of nipping at her breasts through the fabric, taking her areolas in his mouth with that lace between them.
“…Your Grace?”
“No more.” He stepped toward her, knowing he couldn’t hold back.
Besides, she had kissed him first at that ball. Was it not his turn to initiate something? Even if she was not aware that they had kissed before.
He moved to her and kissed her. He didn’t put his hands on her first, but only his lips, needing to gauge if she would pull sharply away from him in horror. At first, the two of them stumbled together, back a bit further into the library, their lips colliding. Then she started to kiss him back.
As her lips parted, offering to deepen the kiss, Rafe lost control completely. He snatched the dressing gown off his own shoulders and dropped it down his arms before reaching for her. He backed her up to the nearest stack of shelves and wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping her safe so the collision didn’t hurt her but his forearm.
He deepened that kiss as much as he could, pressing their lips together and tangling his tongue with her own. Unlike their kiss at the ball, this one was instantly passionate, whereas that first one had been nervous on her part.
She could have pushed him off her and he wouldn’t have been offended. After all, he had shouted at her earlier that night and threatened to throw her out, now he was kissing her with such wild abandon?
When her hands reached up his chest, her fingers brushing the open part, reaching for his skin, he growled for her in the back of his throat, wanting more of that touch.
Ah, Evelyn…
Rafe could not think of her as Miss Voss now, not after such a kiss as this.
He angled their heads, trying to make the kiss as deep as possible. Reaching up with his other hand, he tangled it in her hair, pulling playfully just as he had wanted to do. To his amazement, she responded to that tug, pressing her body further into his.
He could feel every part of her. Thanks to her height, her hips were not far off brushing his own, and she must have been very aware of the hardened length in his trousers. Her breasts were flattened against his chest, thrilling him with the thought of kissing them once again.
One taste… would that be so bad?
With his arm around her waist, he pulled her off the shelves and directed her further into the room.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he murmured, parting from her lips and looking her in the eye. He needed her to know that. He wasn’t some monster that would push her. He wanted this to be a completely mutual pleasure in every way.
She nodded beneath long lashes but said nothing. Her silence once more somehow aroused him further. It was the temptation and longing to know what she was really thinking at that moment.
When they reached the hearth rug, he dropped himself down onto the rug and pulled her with him. She ended up with her knees falling on either side of his hips, straddling him perfectly. Her reddened cheeks thrilled him to new heights.
A little more of this… I will not be able to hold back.
He reached for her dressing gown and took it off her shoulders, the whole time keeping their eyes connected, waiting for her to stop him. Yet, she never did.
When she was exposed completely in that nightgown, his length felt even harder than before. It twitched in his trousers, and thanks to her hips straddling his, she could clearly feel that movement, for a small, surprised gasp escaped her lips.
He sat up completely, his body moving to hers.
“You can explore,” he whispered in her ear, needing her to know that she was safe here to indulge. He’d seen once before at the ball her curiosity, her want to know more of pleasure, and when she came to him this night looking for lessons, was this not also what she wanted to know? Asking for seduction lessons ultimately amounted to one thing – she wished to know pleasure herself.
He kissed down her neck, teasing her with light nips and the temptation of licking her on a soft spot under her ear. When she mewled, rocking her hips into his naturally, his hand reached up and grabbed her hip, urging her to continue with that movement. The light friction she created between them merely made him impossibly harder.
