Page 77 of The Duke of Daring (The Untouchables)
His gaze was a bit uncertain as he regarded her. She took his hand and led him back to the bed, pulling back the coverlet in invitation.
“Will you stay, just for a little while?” she asked.
She slipped into the bed nude, marveling at how scandalous yet wonderful it felt. When he joined her, he pulled her against him and kissed her temple. She couldn’t help but think of their night together at Darent Hall and recall how much she’d enjoyed sleeping next to someone. Next to him.
Her lids were heavy, and she let them close. “I fear I’m going to fall asleep.”
“I won’t, don’t worry.”
She nuzzled his chest. “Will you sneak away, or will you give me the satisfaction of throwing you out?”
He chuckled, and she felt the slight rumble against her cheek. “I’ll give you any satisfaction you desire. I promise I won’t leave without waking you.”
She yawned, losing her thread on consciousness. The last thought she had before falling asleep was about how lovely it was to feel his heart beating right next to her.
Chapter Sixteen
Andrew wasn’t sure how long he dozed, but it was still dark when he woke up with Lucy curled against him, her back flush to his chest. He inhaled the scent of her—flowers and spice, clove to be exact. He buried his face in her hair. He really did love it.
She was warm and soft against him, and he didn’t want to leave. But he had to. Soon. He could hold her a little longer.
What the hell was he doing? He’d come to ensure she was all right after their encounter at Darent Hall and to tell her about Greene. He’d never meant to make love to her. Hell and damnation, he’d never taken a woman’s virginity before. He was a cad. A reprobate. An absolute beast.
And yet he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. She’d been very clear about wanting him to stay, and he didn’t think she’d regret it either. Particularly since she’d also clearly stated that nothing had changed between them. She was content to move forward as she’d intended—alone.
Was he?
Contentment wasn’t an emotion he remembered feeling. Consequently, he wasn’t sure if he’d recognize it if it came along. He definitely, however, preferred to remain alone.
He looked down at her sleeping face, her dark lashes curled against her cheek. He said he’d wake her, but he didn’t want to disturb such loveliness. He’d just kiss her good-bye, and if she woke up, well…
He brushed her hair back from her temple and kissed her there. Then he kissed the outer shell of her ear. Then he kissed her jaw. She snuggled back against him, and he went from half-erect to completely hard.
Yes, he should go.
Instead, he kissed her neck, using his teeth and tongue to nip and lick her. He cupped her breast and stroked the nipple, pulling and caressing.
She wriggled her backside against him—just as she’d done earlier. He closed his eyes in ecstasy and sighed her name.
“It’s not my first time,” she said, her voice even deeper and raspier than usual, but not at all like Smitty. “Do what you wanted to before.”
Take her from behind? His cock grew as he envisioned himself thrusting into her as the muscles of her back flexed. “Are you sure?”
She looked at him over her shoulder, her lids heavy, her eyes dusky with sleep and desire. “Have I ever given you cause to find me indecisive?”
He chuckled. “No.”
She reached back and stroked his thigh. “Tell me what to do.”
“For now, just feel.” He lowered his hand from her breast and found her sweetest spot, teasing her flesh into arousal. He worked relentlessly until she was panting with pleasure.
“Please.”
Her soft plea fired his senses. He clasped her thigh and guided it up, pushing her knee toward her chest and opening her legs. He moved his hand to caress her from behind, slowly at first, to acclimate her. She wriggled her backside again, and he smiled to himself. Then he plunged his finger inside her and relished her answering gasp. He thrust into her as he rose up on his elbow and kissed her neck. He sucked her flesh, loving the taste of her.
She jerked her hips back, seeking more of him. He gave her two fingers, and she lifted her backside. He kept up his pace until she cried out, her muscles tensing around him.
“On your knees, love.” He helped her rise up and palmed his cock, more than ready to claim her.
