Page 58 of The Duke of Daring (The Untouchables)
His hand closed over hers, and he demonstrated how to stroke him. She picked up the motion easily and applied a natural pressure that made his balls tighten. “Lucy, you are a bloody gift.”
“Hmm. There’s liquid. Can I taste it? Never mind, I’m fairly certain that falls in the category of things I can do.”
“It’s probably at the top, actually.”
“I see.” She dropped her head and put her mouth on him, and he was quite hopelessly lost.
She suckled him gently, her hand still wrapped around him, but then she moved her mouth as she’d moved her hand, and within seconds, he feared he might come.
“Lucy, I don’t think I’m going to be able to put myself inside you. Not now. I’m going to…”Hell. She drew him deep into her mouth and sucked while her fingers squeezed him.
His hips moved then; he couldn’t help himself. He pulsed into her, his orgasm building. She released him and pulled him deep again, and he was done. He pumped into her mouth, his seed exploding forth. “Lucy!”
She didn’t let him go but kept him inside of her until he was finished.
He shouted and yelled and made an absolute bloody racket until he was completely spent. He wanted nothing more than to collapse beside her and take her into his arms.
She sat back, releasing him and wiping her hand over her mouth. She looked uncertain, but also…satisfied. A sheen of pleasure glazed her eyes. “Was that…all right? I don’t know if that was normal…” She looked away.
“Lucy, thatwasn’tnormal. It was spectacular. I can’t imagine how you knew to do that, but I don’t like to question such gifts.”
She blushed as she returned her gaze to his. “Well, then I shall take that as a compliment.”
“Please do.” He kissed her hard and deep and long, holding her tight against him and then falling onto the bed with her clutched to his chest.
When they pulled apart, she laughed. “What about the other . . . act?”
“Not tonight,” he said. “We haven’t even had dinner. I asked Tindall to bring it up later.” He looked at the clock on the mantel and realized it was probably nearing that time. “We should get dressed.”
She made a face. “I don’t want to go through all that just yet. Can’t I wear something of yours if we’re eating in here?”
The thought of her donning one of his dressing gowns as her dinner costume was an alluring image. “Absolutely.” Common sense, which had been in rather short supply, battered at the back of his mind. “You need to get back to London before you’re missed.”
“I can send a note to Aquilla. She’ll make an excuse for me with my grandmother.” She traced her finger along his forehead, gently touching his cut. “Anyway, I’d rather stay here and look after you, if that’s all right.”
The idea of having her here was tempting, yet also frightening. He hadn’t had a visitor here ever. After his family had died, he’d lived here alone with the staff. He’d spent a good deal of his time at school and then in London. This was his home, but it didn’t feel like home. Because he didn’t want it to. Home was his family, and they were gone.
He closed his eyes briefly as despair pulled at the edges of his mind. He opened his eyes to see her watching him.
“What is it?” she asked. “You look upset.”
He didn’t want to talk about it. “You can stay.” His answer surprised him.
“What about your retainers?”
“I don’t have many, and they’ll keep your presence a secret.”
She studied him, her brows dipped over her eyes with concern. She smoothed her fingertips along his forehead and drew her hand down the side of his face before kissing him softly. “All right.”
“We’ll dispatch your note shortly and see to your coach and driver, after I get you something to wear.” He started to pull away, but she clasped his shoulders.
She looked into his eyes. “Kiss me again first.”
“You’re a demanding woman.”
She arched a brow as if to silently ask if this was a problem. It was absolutely not. His lips curved up before they met hers.
This was an unprecedented day, and he was going to do his best not to think about why.
