Page 35 of A Duke But No Gentleman
He felt her hands on his shoulders.“My God, you are so lovely.”Without asking her permission, he lowered his head to suckle the first signs of her arousal.
Imogene dug her fingers into his shoulders.“Your Grace… Tristan.W-what are you doing?”she asked, her voice taut with nerves and uncertainty.
“Worshiping you as you deserve, my golden-haired goddess.”Tristan licked the nub with his tongue, swirling and teasing it until he could suckle the firm flesh.He could feel the tension in her body and her halfhearted protests as he moved to her other breast.
He lifted his head from her damp flesh and met her anxious gaze.Her expression revealed her shock at his intimate ministrations, and her hand reached for her bodice.
He placed his hand over hers to stop her.“Leave it.I am not finished with these lush beauties.”
“What if someone sees us?”
“I do not take kindly to trespassers.”Or anyone who dared to glimpse her half dressed.He had no interest in sharing her with anyone, and that included Norgrave.The realization should have sobered him because he had never felt so possessive about a female, but he was too enthralled to pull away.“Here… allow me to cover you,” he said, using his own body to blanket hers.
His cock was thick and hard, and his flesh ached as he pressed it against her hip.Imogene seemed unaware of the effect she was having on his unruly body.If she thought his mouth kissing her breasts was indecent, then she would be truly scandalized if he freed the rigid flesh from his breeches and pressed the swollen head of his cock against her maidenhead.The mere thought of breaching that fragile barrier and filling her made him lightheaded with desire.
“Tristan?”she politely inquired, her brow furrowing at his stillness as he fought down the clawing need to claim her.
“Give me a moment,” he said tersely.
“What is it?”
He took her hand and brought it to the front of his breeches.She tried to retreat when her fingers came in contact with his cock, but he was stronger.Her hand molded over the rigid flesh.“You are not the only one aching, darling,” he said.His mouth felt stiff as he tried to make light of his needs.
“I did this?”she said, sounding appalled.“Does it hurt?”
Only Imogene could make him laugh at a time such as this.“Aye, lady, but it is a good sort of hurting.”
“I do not understand.”
“Do you recall how you felt when I put my mouth on your breasts?”
Imogene nodded.“I felt a kind of warmth here.”She touched the cleft between her breasts.“Also—”
When she appeared reluctant to finish her confession, he pressed, “Where else did it hurt?”
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, too embarrassed to admit the truth.
Tristan guided her hand from his straining cock to the front of her skirt.“Does it ache here?”
“Yes,” she shyly admitted.“There is a kind of curious warmth and it sort of tingles.”
“Aye, it is the same for me,” Tristan said.He needed her to understand that the sensations were not aberrant and she was not alone in feeling them.
“I can ease you, if you will let me.”Tristan released her hand, and did not try to stop her from tugging on her bodice.Instead, he moved his hand lower and buried it under her skirt.
Imogene squirmed to avoid his hand, but he grasped her knee to calm her.“There is nothing to fear.Trust me.”His hand slid higher on her inner thigh.“This is one particular ache that I can ease with just a gentle caress.”
“You need not go any further,” she said, squeezing her thighs together and capturing his hand between them.“The ache is gone.Truly.”
“Liar,” he contradicted.“It is just the beginning.Do you know why?Because it is the same for me.”Tristan shifted and straightened his spine until his mouth was inches from her lips.“Relax your legs.I promise this will not hurt.”
Tristan nibbled on her lower lip.She was as stiff as a statue.Even her mouth was unyielding.He would have stopped if he had glimpsed genuine fear in her eyes.Imogene was wary of the unknown, but she was not frightened of him.
“Think about my hands on you,” he murmured enticingly against her throat.He kissed her neck.“My lips on your lips… down to your breasts.Do you remember the warmth you felt?”Her thighs loosened enough that his hand was free.“That’s it, sweet love.My hand on your knee… your thigh.”
Imogene made a soft sound of surprise at his first tentative touch.
“Aye, even there,” he whispered encouragingly.“The soft down between your legs.A fine soft pelt for me to pet over and over until you are wild for my caresses.”
