Page 75 of The Duke of Daring (The Untouchables)
“Over my head.” She helped him pull the garment off, raising her hands while he swept the fabric over her head. This left her in a petticoat and stays, with her chemise and stockings beneath. “I think men’s clothing is far easier.”
He laughed. “You may be right. Still, this is incredibly arousing.” He leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck, his lips and tongue devouring her flesh as he moved down along her collarbone.
Lucy curled her fingers around his head, holding him to her as sensation rushed to her breasts and far lower. He untied her petticoat and let it fall to the floor.
His hand came up and cupped her breast. She closed her eyes on a moan but jerked them back open before she completely lost herself. She turned, presenting her back so that he could unlace her stays.
He pulled at the cord, tugging and loosening until she felt it fall away from her back. He shoved the corset down, and she wriggled her hips until it slid down her legs, and she kicked it away.
“Do that again,” he rasped, his mouth at the back of her neck.
“What?”
He clasped her hips and pulled her back against him. “Move like that.”
She twitched her backside, and he groaned.
“God, Lucy.” He kissed the back of her neck, his mouth open and hot, his tongue licking and enticing her. He wrapped his arm around her hips, holding her snug to his arousal. His other hand came up to cup her breast through her chemise. He squeezed and stroked her, his fingers pulling on her nipple.
His hand stole beneath the hem of her chemise and caressed her thigh, then her hip until his fingertips settled over her mound. “Open your legs.” He spoke low and rough against her ear, his teeth tugged at the lobe.
She widened her stance, giving him access to her heated core. He swept his fingers against her, coaxing her, stirring her, driving her mad with need.
“You are so wet for me.” He slipped a finger inside her, going slow and then pumping in and out.
She bent forward, clutching the coverlet for something to hold on to.
With his other hand, he pushed the back of the chemise up, exposing her spine. He tugged it off her completely, forcing her off balance as she lifted her arms. He caught her before she fell forward, wrapping his arm around her beneath her breasts. His hand continued its delicious assault on her womanhood, stroking her folds and thrusting inside her.
He caressed her breast, still supporting her, drawing on her nipple so that every bit of her was focused on his touch. She panted with need as her hips moved to the rhythm of his hand.
“If it wasn’t your first time, I’d take you like this.” His groin moved against her, sparking a flood of lust. He’d said she was wet, and now she felt even wetter. “Lucy.”
He kissed along her spine, his tongue tracing her flesh and making her shiver with need. He pumped his finger into her faster and tugged her nipple. His lips were at her ear once more. “Come, Lucy. Do you know what that means? Orgasm. Let go. Fall to pieces. I will pick every one of them up and put you back together again.”
He suckled her neck and found that place that seemed to be the center of every sensation between her legs, and she did precisely what he asked. She fell utterly and completely into a thousand pieces.
He didn’t leave her but kept his hand on her until her shudders slowed and the world came back to her. And what a world it was. Everything was warm and golden and replete.
“On the bed,” he urged, his hand moving to her backside as she scrambled up onto the bed. “And take your hair down. I meant to do that before I was swept away.”
He’d been swept away? Heat suffused her again. Her bones felt like liquid, but she plucked the pins from her hair and put them in a pile on the table next to the bed.
He perched on the edge of the mattress and pulled his boots and stockings off. She watched him as he worked, loving the play of muscles along his back, evident even beneath the lawn of his shirt.
Next, he removed his trousers and swiped his shirt over his head, exposing the smooth plane of his back. She sat up and brushed her fingers over him, unable to resist touching him.
He turned, coming over her and kissing her soundly, his tongue tangling with hers. She thrust her fingers into his hair, surprised that desire was once again pulsing through her. Was this normal? She’d felt utterly satisfied moments ago, and yet now she was desperate to feel him again. And she wanted to feel all of him. Inside her.
She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. “You’re not going to stop, are you?”
“Do you want me to?”
“No. If you try, I’ll shoot you. And you know I won’t miss.”
“No, you won’t.” His eyes gleamed with admiration and promise. “I’m not stopping unless you tell me to.”
“Good. What do I need to do?”
