Page 104 of The Scottish Duke
“Who told you that?” she asked, her lips against his cheek.
“Someone I consulted,” he said, the words difficult to speak, even in a whisper.
She rose up a little, then down again. If she was experiencing any discomfort, she didn’t show it. He, on the other hand, was poised on a twin precipice of delight and agony. He had the disconcerting thought that she’d taken command.
“You talked to someone about bedding me?” she asked, her voice taking on an odd tone.
He shouldn’t have said anything, but now that he had, he needed to explain.
“I sought out an expert.”
“What kind of expert?”
She sat up, which had the effect of seating him fully inside her. He wanted to savor the feeling but needed to answer the question.
“A woman of ill repute? A prostitute?”
His hands gripped her hips, wanting her to move, but knowing that he was doomed to finish this conversation first.
“A doctor,” he said. “I wanted to ensure that the first time after Robbie’s birth would be pleasant for you.”
She lowered herself over him, brushing a kiss against his lips, her knees tightening on either side of him.
“Why didn’t you just ask me, Alex? There are certain herbal preparations that would have been ideal for this moment.”
There was another note in her voice now, a hint of amusement. He was, no doubt, a fool. At the very least, a randy fool who was at the mercy of a woman who’d become a siren in his absence. No, she’d always been that, hadn’t she? Somehow, the confidence she demonstrated as a mother had transferred to the woman.
Lorna Gordon Russell was not to be underestimated. As she slowly rose and lowered herself over him, he realized that he’d been wrong.
He wasn’t seducing her. She was seducing him, and doing it so well that ecstasy was spiking through him, deadening his mind and making him an atavistic creature intent on only his needs and wants.
He pulled himself back from the brink, focusing on Lorna. Her breath was coming faster, her skin was heating, and she was making soft sounds in the back of her throat. His fingers danced between them, stroking her, urging her to completion so that she finished before him.
He didn’t know how long he could hold out.
With her, he had no skill, only need. With her, he was impatient to desperation.
She suddenly slumped forward, her breasts pressing against his chest. Her hands clenched his shoulders as she tightened like a fist.
She was hot and tight, stretching around him. He wanted to bring her pleasure even if meant waiting, and the last thing he wanted was to wait.
He ducked his head to trail his mouth down her throat, feeling the rapid pulse beat there. He was lost in the sight and smell of her, the soft moans she was making as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She sighed into his mouth.
Abruptly, vibrations traveled through her as her whole body clenched. A second later he had no choice but to come with her, his hips rising, every muscle and nerve focused on completion.
He hoped to God that she’d found pleasure in their joining because he could no longer hold back. He’d never before felt anything like this, endless pleasure that catapulted him from one wave of sensation to another. His body bowed, every muscle tightening as he erupted inside her. Lights danced behind his lids, each sense centered on the feel of her constricting around him.
His breath left him along with his strength. His eyes were probably rolled back in his head.
A last thought before his vision grayed and bliss overwhelmed him.
He had died and gone to Heaven, returned, and now lay here staring at the ceiling, incapable of speech.
No wonder that stormy night had happened. He was surprised that it had ended. He remembered thinking that he wanted to continue, wanted a rematch, wanted to make love to this woman until the dawn came. If some of the servants interrupted them, oh well. Perhaps it was time they learned a little about the facts of life. Perhaps it was time they learned some biology.
What had stopped him then? Oh, yes, he’d insulted Lorna. He couldn’t believe she’d been a virgin. He’d allowed his distrust of all things and all people to interrupt what might have been a marathon lovemaking session.
He turned his head slightly. Lorna was on her side, her face toward him. She had the most beautiful lashes. Her face was pink, her lips well-kissed and swelling slightly beyond their borders.
