Page 28 of The Duke Who Dared Me
And for once, she let him stay.
CHAPTER6
Witnesses report that the Duke of Tunstall weathered last night’s unexpected storm.Whether he survived Miss Baxter is another matter entirely.
-The Polite Observer
She didn’t letherself think.
Not about tomorrow.Not about what this meant tonight.Instead, she focused on the heat of Alistair’s skin against hers, the rough glide of his hands along her waist, the tremble in his breath when her fingers pulled the hair at the nape of his neck.
She let herselffeel, finally.Fully.
His mouth was warm and hungry, exploring each curve and dip.On her throat, her collarbone, the place just beneath her ear that made her gasp.She reached for him, needed to feel him, and when her palm pressed against the front of his buckskins, he cursed low and deep, burying his face into her shoulder.
“Verity,” he growled.His teeth lightly nipped her skin.
Good heavens.
A shiver raced up her spine.
The blasted bed was too small, too soft.She pulled away, or attempted to at least, laughing as she tried to break apart from their kiss, but he refused.That was until she swung her legs over his waist and straddled him.
She gazed down at his face, those blue eyes she once swore she hated, and winked.
“Bloody hell, you’re going to kill me looking like that.”He reached up, cupping her breast through the thin, damp linen of her shift.
Everything ached within her, and a strange pressure mounted between her legs.She didn’t know much of desire or love, but she tossed her head back and closed her eyes, determined to let him teach her, desperate for something, anything to finally break and bring her release.It felt as if she were going mad.
“I feel silly having wasted all this time when you could kiss like this.”
“You slapped me not long ago.”
“But I kissed you again not five minutes after.”
“How’s your right hook?”He laughed, low in his chest.She felt the vibration of it move through her body.
“I can practice.”
He muttered under his breath, then grinned, before he pulled her back down and kissed her slow enough that she swore she forgot the day, her name, and her favorite meal.She met his lips with equal fervor, moving her hips against his when a warm jolt of pleasure hit between her legs, and she whimpered.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
She nodded, half embarrassed, but too far gone to care.
“Have you ever touched yourself, love?”
She buried her head against his chest, heat biting her cheeks.The truth of it was, for all her bluster and confidence, she wasn’t half as savvy as some of the other debutantes who pretended to be half as innocent.Funny how that worked.
“Can I show you how to bring about your own pleasure?”
She nodded, but his hands found her waist and lightly pinched.“I need to hear you say it.I won’t touch you if you aren’t comfortable.”
Verity leaned forward and whispered against his ear, “Please.”
Again, that low growl ripped from his throat.She decided she liked that sound.She especially liked feeling him between her thighs.
“Sit up.”
