Page 59 of The Spinster and Her Rakish Duke
“You… rakes with your pretty words,” she said, but there was no conviction in her voice, as if she no longer believed it to be true. “I see how you seduce women out of their gowns.”
To that, Ewan chuckled, even as hard color suffused his cheeks. “You are the only woman I want to seduce out of her gown.” He drawled, his pulse skittering across his nerve endings. “Is it working, my tigress?”
Her gaze dropped to his mouth, and he saw the moment her restraint snapped.
Their mouths crashed together, teeth and lips and heat. She shoved him back toward the shelves, and he went willingly, his arms caging her against him as he devoured her like a starving man.
Her fingers tore at his cravat, tugging until it came loose. He pushed her cloak off her shoulders letting it fall forgotten to the carpet. Their kisses turned frenzied, bruising, her hands tugging his shirt from his waistband.
“Samantha,” he groaned into her mouth. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” she gasped, biting his lip. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He spun them, backing her toward the chaise as they fumbled through layers of silk and wool. He sat first, pulling her down onto his lap, her skirts bunched around her thighs, her legsastride his. She gasped as their bodies aligned, the sharpest ache blossoming in her core at the hard length pressing between them.
She buried her face in his neck, trembling. “I hate how much I want you.”
“I don’t,” he growled, hands clutching her hips. “I want you exactly like this.”
Their lips met again, but this time the kiss deepened—less frantic now, more reverent. His hands slid over her bodice, loosening it with patient skill until he could bare her shoulders, his mouth trailing kisses down her collarbone. She arched against him, fingers tangled in his hair.
“Ewan,” she whimpered, as his mouth found the swell of her breast.
“Yes, my tigress?” He hummed, groaning low in his throat when her fingers dug welts into the skin of his back, his shoulders trembling.
“Please.” She begged.
He didn’t need more encouragement. One hand slipped beneath her skirts, finding her soft flesh, and he swore under his breath at the heat and dampness there.
“You’re already soaked for me,” he rasped, breath hot against her chest before he leaned in to lick at her skittering pulse.
His fingers stroked her heat through her underwear once, twice, three times, feeling around her bush with wonder.
Samantha made a choking noise in her throat. “Don’t tease me, Ewan.” She hissed, her hips rocking against his fingers, driving him wild.
“Oh, believe me, my dear, I am not.” He groaned in response, teeth scraping her throat. “Icannot.”
She gasped as his fingers slipped past the barrier of her drawers and found her slick and wanting. He stroked her gently, then with firmer pressure, until her hips began to move faster and faster against his hand, breath coming in shallow pants.
“Let me see you fall apart,” he whispered, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes.
At his words, her face suffused with the sweetest pleasure before she shattered, body clenching around his fingers as she moaned his name in a broken, desperate cry.
Ewan held her through it, murmuring into her hair, his own body taut with restraint. When she finally went limp against him, he withdrew his hand slowly, reverently.
She lifted her head after a long moment, eyes dazed. And he held her gaze as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning as the taste of her burst on his tongue again.
Samantha flushed scarlet, and she shuddered. “Oh God. Why do you do this to me?” The question came out as a whine that he felt, deep within his soul. Because he was just as strung up as she was.
Just asdesperate.
“Because I can’t help it.” He said, his own want thick in his voice. “Because you have thoroughly bewitched me, my tigress, and I cannot get enough. And I don’t know if I ever will.”
Their foreheads pressed together, and for a few heartbeats, they simply breathed each other in. After a few breath exchanges, he kissed her again, softer this time, as though sealing something sacred between them. Then, reluctantly, he pulled back.
“As much as I would like to take you here again and again,” he said, voice thick with a cross between lust and reverence, “I want you in our home. Inourbed.”
She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing with the action. “Ewan …”
