Page 30 of The Duke Who Dared Me
Verity pulled back, just far enough to study his face.“You didn’t…”
He shook his head.“This wasn’t about me.”
She arched her brow.“You’re hard.”
“You don’t miss anything, Bug.”
“Don’t call me that.”Her hand slid down his stomach, tracing the taut line of muscle disappearing beneath his buckskins.
“Verity.”His voice roughened.“Don’t.”
She sat up, the linen shift clinging to her curves.He could see the outline of her breasts, the soft press of her thighs as she straddled him again, and heat coiled hard and low.
“Why not?”she asked.
“Because I’ve already made you cry once this week.”Hoarse now, almost broken.“I won’t risk ruining you.Not like this.Not when we’re both half mad with it.”
“And yet,” she murmured, lifting the hem of her shift, “you’re still hard.”
Before he could answer, she tugged the shift over her head and tossed it aside.
Alistair forgot to breathe.
The fire cast a soft orange glow over her skin, turning every line of her into temptation.Her hair was wild, her cheeks flushed, and her dark eyes held something between a challenge and a dare.
He sat up slowly, hands sliding to her hips.“Are you sure?”
Her nod was all he needed.
He guided her forward, fingers pressing lightly into her thighs, and lowered her to his mouth.
She gasped the instant his tongue touched her.Sweet and soft, with the faintest taste of salt.He held her steady as she rocked, hesitant at first, then seeking more, finding the rhythm they both needed.
“Alistair.”
He groaned into her, the sound vibrating against her most sensitive place.His cock ached.Just the sight of her above him, the taste of her, the way her fingers twisted in his hair.It was almost unbearable.
Her legs tensed around him.Her fingers bit into his scalp as she shattered and cried out.
Pleasure surged through him in a sharp, dangerous wave, and he couldn’t hold back.He gripped her hips, nipped her thigh to muffle his own release, his buckskins still on.
For a long moment, they stayed as they were.She rested her forehead to the wall, eyes squeezed shut, while his heart thudded, wild and uneven.
And then, she laughed.
The soft, breathless sound startled him before she collapsed onto the bed beside him.
“That good, was it?”she teased, grinning.
He covered his eyes with one hand, the other spread possessively over her hip.“I hate you.”
“You don’t.”
“No,” he said, dragging the blanket over her.“I really don’t.”
They lay in silence until he finally sighed and rolled from the bed.“Stay there.”
She blinked up at him, dazed and flushed.“What are you doing?”
