Page 51 of The Duke of Desire
She shivered and resisted the urge to cover herself. She’d wanted to be naked against him. Would he want that too? Especially since she wouldn’t allow him to put himself inside her?
She fingered the edge of his collar. “I want to see you too.”
He grasped the hem of his shirt and whisked it over his head. “Better?”
She feasted on the expanse of his chest. He was all muscle, with a modicum of dark hair between his nipples. Glancing at his eyes and seeing encouragement, she laid her palm against his flesh. He was hard and hot.
Eager to touch him, she moved to her knees and felt her dress drop past her hips. She put her other hand on him and massaged his smooth skin. Her fingertips trailed over his nipples, and she felt them harden. Her own stiffened in response.
He sucked in a breath. “Ivy.”
Emboldened, she ran her hands all over him, from chest to waist and back up to his collarbones.
He clasped her waist and kissed her, his mouth hot and hungry. She twined her hands around his neck and pressed her breasts against him. With the corset gone, she could feel his heat, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted the shift gone too.
His hands gripped her hips, and he guided them to his. She felt the rigid length of him and moaned into his mouth. Perhaps she should change her mind about intercourse…
No.A small, rational piece of her brain screamed for her to listen to reason.
Oh, but she’d much rather surrender to passion.
She felt him tug the back of her shift up from her gown. Cool air met her back, and then his warm hand was pressed against her backside. He held her to him as he rotated his hips. His sex moved against hers, and despite the clothing separating them, she felt the connection to her core.
Parting her legs, she ground her hips against his. He pulled the shift up and broke away from her mouth. He tossed the garment away and looked at her, his gaze devouring her for a long moment.
He reached up into her hair and plucked the pins loose, dropping them on a table beside the bed. Curl by curl, the mass fell down over her back. When it was free, he thrust his fingers into the waves and dragged it over her shoulders. He kissed her again, his lips and tongue coaxing her into an even greater fervor. Her breasts ached, and her sex pulsed.
He tugged her hair, and she let her head fall back, closing her eyes. He kissed her jaw, her neck, trailing his mouth down until he met her collarbone. He licked along her flesh, pulling a moan from her.
She grasped his shoulders, holding on to him lest she fall onto the bed. His hand came around and cupped her breast, just as he described. His thumb stroked over her nipple and then his fingers came together over her tight flesh and squeezed.
“Oh!”
He supported her with his arm, which he’d wrapped around her back. She arched her chest up into him as his mouth descended. He held her breast while he sucked the tip, softly at first and then with greater pressure.
She moaned again, unable to contain the sensations rioting inside her. She could scarcely think, could only feel. His tongue and mouth tortured her until she thought she might explode. Need shot through her, and she feared that if he didn’t touch her sex, she would certainly die of want.
“West. West.”
He lowered her to the bed. She opened her eyes just enough to see him tug her gown down her legs and drop it to the floor. He touched her cheek and with his other hand caressed the breast he hadn’t yet touched. Ivy arched up off the bed with a gasp.
He leaned down and whispered next to her ear, “Do you know what comes next?”
He was going to touch her sex. “Yes.”
“Do you want it?”
She closed her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. “Yes.”
“Tell me, Ivy. Tell me what you want.”
Oh, she couldn’t. But shemust.
“Touch me. Please.”
He left her breast and laced his fingers through hers. “Take my hand and show me if you can’t say the words.”
She brought his hand between her legs. “Here.Please.”
