Page 44 of A Duke But No Gentleman
“Alone?”
Tristan nodded.“Enjoy your orgy, Norgrave,” he said, ignoring the man’s pleas to stay.
Even though he knew he should order the coachman to take him home, his thoughts kept drifting back to Imogene.
His need for her.
In the short time he had known her, Imogene had become important to him.
Tristan had yet to decide what he intended to do about it.
Chapter Thirteen
Tristan watched Imogene as she bade his aunt farewell.He was more than slightly drunk, and if he had any sense he would go home and sleep off the brandy in his cold, empty bed.He had Norgrave to thank for stirring his appetites this evening, however, there was only one lady he desired.
It took her a few minutes to notice that he was standing in the street.Imogene gaped at him.“Tristan, what are you doing here?”Forgetting about appearances, she ran to him.“I did not expect—”
He silenced her with a kiss.She seized him by the cravat and tugged him closer.He punished her by biting her lower lip and then rewarded her for her wanton ways by pushing her against the side of the coach.
Tristan grabbed a fistful of her skirt before his coachman cleared his throat as a polite reminder that anyone could stumble across them.“Take us home,” he ordered as he guided Imogene into the compartment.
“I had a lovely evening with your aunt.”
“I do not want to talk about Ruth,” he said, reaching for her again.The interior of the coach was not as public as the exterior.He must have spoken the words out loud because Imogene stilled his hand that was currently resting on her knee.
Imogene cradled his face in her hands and peered at him.“Are you drunk, Your Grace?”
“Utterly,” he confessed.“Do not fret, my lady.I am fully capable of seducing you.I do not need my wits, though in your case, it definitely helps.All I need is my c—”
She pressed her mouth to his to prevent him from finishing his boast.
“I cannot wait,” he muttered, balancing her on his thigh so he could unfasten the buttons on his breeches.It took some effort because his coordination was off, but he managed to free his cock and work Imogene’s skirt and petticoat above her knees.
His fingers sought and found the soft slit between her legs.He was pleased she was wet and ready for him.
“Perhaps we should wait until we—Ahh!”She moaned as he filled her with an impatient thrust.“What about the coachman?”
“He will have to find his own woman.I do not intend to share.”
Tristan could not be certain, but he thought he heard the coachman’s soft chuckle.
Then Imogene lifted her hips and his thoughts were wholly focused on her as she rode him.His lovemaking lacked his usual finesse, but his lover did not seem to mind their rough and hasty coupling.
Tristan slipped his hands under her skirt and caught her hips so he could set a dizzying pace.His cock plunged into her, his hip grinding against hers until he literally saw stars.He and Imogene found their release together.She cried out as his fingers left bruises on her flesh.He pulled her against him and counted the pulses as he spilled his seed deep within her.
Imogene held him as he shuddered.Tristan rested his face against her breasts while he savored the small residual twitches and jerks as the head of his cock was nestled against her womb.A part of him was appalled by his behavior.He had taken her as if she was a courtesan he had handpicked for a few hours of amusement.She deserved tenderness and a patient lover, not a wild fucking in his coach.The realization sobered him enough for him to struggle for an appropriate apology.
“Imogene, I have no words—”
“Nor do I, Your Grace.That was sinful, decadent, and wonderful.”She licked his ear and giggled.“When can we try that again?”
His brain was so fuzzy with wine and lust, he was almost convinced that he was in love.“You are insatiable.Mortal men should be warned that dallying with goddesses is hazardous.At this rate, I will never celebrate my next birthday.”
The coach slowed to a full stop.
“I would have never considered doing such a wicked thing in a coach,” she said, carefully lifting her hips so she could fix her skirt.Tristan liked her where she was so he tried to pull her back onto his lap, but she evaded his hands.“Go home and sleep, Blackbern.If you think to dally with me in my father’s house, I can guarantee that you will not have to worry about me or your next birthday.”
Imogene kissed him and opened the door before the coachman.Tristan cursed as he tugged up his breeches and tucked his cock back into place.He fastened a few buttons on his breeches.“Wait for me.Damn it.”
