Page 53 of The Duke of Desire
She stroked his chest with her other hand. “Why won’t you let me touch you? Your cock, I mean.”
His nostrils flared again at her crude language. “Ivy.”
She arched a brow at him, wanting to tease him a little. “West.”
He let go of her hand. “If you insist.”
“I do.” She plucked at his buttons until his pantaloons fell open. “You aren’t wearing any smallclothes.”
“I rarely do.” He leaned forward slightly. “Does that shock you?”
“Nothing about you shocks me. Not anymore.” She reached into his clothing and found the warm length of his cock. She guided it free and wrapped her hand around the base.
“You seem to know what you’re doing.”
Since he hadn’t asked a question, she didn’t answer. She stroked her hand along his length, slowly at first and then more quickly.
“Not yet,” he rasped. “Slow for a minute.” He showed her, and she followed his lead. His hand fell away, and his eyes slitted. Still, he watched her. And she watched him.
She worked her hand from base to tip with languid but precise movements, learning his flesh. He was hot and hard, his skin soft as velvet. She imagined him inside her and was surprised to feel desire building inside her again.
“Faster now,” he urged. “And touch my bollocks.” He took her other hand and showed her, cupping her palm around his balls. “Squeeze just the slightest bit.”
She did as he said, and his eyes closed for a moment as he moaned low and deep.
His hips moved, thrusting his cock into her hand. “God, Ivy. Faster. Harder.”
She tightened her hand around him and stroked his length with increasing speed.
“Ivy, kneel up.” He opened his eyes. “Kneel up.”
She scrambled to obey. “Why?”
“So you can come with me.” He slipped his fingers into her already wet sex. “I knew you’d be ready. God, you’re magnificent.” He pressed two fingers into her, and she very nearly came right then.
Moaning, she squeezed his bollocks and worked her hand even faster.
He cried out her name. “Now.”
She let herself go but managed to keep up her pace on his cock. Hot moisture spurted over her hand as another orgasm racked her body.
A few moments later, his movements stopped, and his fingers left her. He gripped the back of her neck and kissed her hard and deep. When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes and repeated himself. “Magnificent.”
He turned from her then and returned with her shift.
No. It couldn’t be over. There were so many other things she wanted to do. With him. Only with him.
“You aren’t a virgin.”
Of course he would be able to tell.
She pulled the shift over her head. “No, I’m not.”
“I want the blackguard’s name.”
If fury had a sound it was the tone he’d just used. “It was ten years ago. It doesn’t matter.”
“Why didn’t he marry you?”
