Page 126 of The Scottish Duke
“Lorna.”
“Umm. Close your eyes.”
He finally did, and she placed a gentle kiss on each eyelid, then his nose. She hovered over his mouth for a moment before resting her lips against his.
His hand at the back of her head meant she couldn’t escape this time. Not that she truly wanted to, not when his talented tongue began to dance with hers.
What was there about a kiss that seemed tied to the core of her? When he kissed her, she felt it deep inside, as if her body awakened with a jolt.
Her fingers slid through his hair to his neck.
She’d never felt so alive as when she was kissing Alex. Or looking at him. Or being around him.
She had never thought that anyone could ever matter as much as her child, but he did.
Her body was heating from the inside out. She moved closer, wanting to touch him everywhere.
His fingers were unbuttoning the buttons of her dress.
She pulled back to help him.
“Is this a new dress?” he asked, intent on his task.
“Yes.” She didn’t want to discuss her clothes at the moment, especially when she was desperate to remove them.
“Very well,” he said, his voice harsh. “I won’t rip it off you.”
She wanted to be naked in his arms. Take her here or on the floor, on the settee or wherever he wanted.
Because she was still nursing Robbie, her corset had been adapted, cut low. The lace-trimmed shift was new, something Hortense had cleverly devised to allow her freedom. Slipping the two buttons loose from their loop revealed both breasts.
Her areolas were large and dark, the nipples erect and hard. Alex used both hands to stroke her soft skin, one breast at a time. She raised up and he touched one nipple with the tip of his tongue. She closed her eyes at the sensation, pressing both hands against the back of his head.
A shudder escaped her when he slid one hand beneath her skirts, slipping into the split of her pantaloons and cupping her.
Had they locked the door? Shouldn’t she care more about their privacy? If someone walked in he’d be shocked, but that would be his fault.
Desire swirled through her, heating every inch of her skin. Alex moved his fingers, her slickness easing his path. She could feel the pulsing inside her as her body readied for him, needed him.
“Do you want me?” he asked against her mouth.
How could he ask that?
“Yes,” she said, the word pushed out from between lips that felt swollen.
His finger stroked her with a slow intimacy. Anticipation made her tremble. Her breath halted then began again as if she had forgotten how to breathe. Instead, every sense was concentrated on what his hands were doing.
“Kiss me, Lorna.” She could feel his smile and gently bit his bottom lip.
Need shuddered through her along with anticipation. What would he say next? What would he do? Where would he touch her? Would he allow her to reach down and unfasten his trousers?
She matched his smile as she did exactly that, freeing him to fill her hand. She’d never contemplated doing what she was doing, never thought to mount him while sitting on a chair.
“Lorna?” He pulled back. “It would be more comfortable in our bed.”
“No,” she said. “Here. Now. Besides, we might wake Robbie.” She reached down and held him, stroking her fingers over his length.
“Do you want me?” she asked, daring herself.
