Page 78 of The Duke of Seduction
“It’s quite pleasant,” she said, not sounding nearly as affected as he felt. “Do that again.”
He stroked out and in again. “That?”
“Oh yes,that. But faster. I keep asking you to go faster. Is that normal?”
“Yes, especially at first. Someday, we’ll go much slower, particularly when we aren’t in a rush to go see your father.”
She gasped. “Don’t mention him right now!”
God, what was he thinking? He wasn’t. She’d completely robbed him of coherent thought. He wanted to sink deep inside her body and lose himself completely.
So he did.
He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her with fierce hunger as he thrust into her relentlessly. He let himself go, and with every stroke, she met him with eager need. He wanted her to come with him so badly, but he was very close.
He kissed along her jaw and snagged her earlobe with his teeth. “Come with me, Lavinia. I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Don’t hold back,” she rasped, clutching his backside and pressing her fingers into his flesh. “Take me where I need to go. Please.”
He moved faster, deeper. His balls tightened and blood rushed through him as his orgasm built to the peak. He lifted his head from her ear and shouted as he came, pouring his seed into her.
He wasn’t so mindless that he didn’t feel her muscles squeezing around him, bearing down as she came too. She whimpered softly, her lips pressed to his chest as he continued to move.
He slowed but didn’t stop, taking them both to the very end. When she quieted except for her breathing, he stilled. Then he started to pull back.
But she held him against her. “No, don’t go. Not yet. I just want…a moment.”
He kissed her damp forehead, her temple, her soft cheek. “Anything.”
They lay together, entwined, until their bodies had completely quieted. He felt her shiver and rose up. “Are you cold?”
“No, just changed, I suppose.” She gave him a saucy smile. “For the better.”
Relief relaxed his frame. He felt that way too. “I need to speak with your father, and then we have to find out what happened with Miss Lennox.” Her aborted wedding weighed in the back of his mind, even if it was entirely due to Sainsbury’s behavior, which, knowing his cousin’s reputation, wouldn’t surprise Beck.
He started to rise but paused. “Am I allowed to get up now?”
She laughed. “Yes.”
He stood, then helped her up. He pulled her close against him and kissed her, contemplating that he’d be able to do that anytime he liked after they were married.
Married.
He was going to marry this woman.
Fear and anticipation curled through him. He wouldn’t be alone. When he thought of his days filled with Lavinia, joy burst in his chest. He broke the kiss and pulled his head up from hers. “I want to play for you.”
Her cheeks were flushed, her breath short. “Yes.When?”
“Now. Just for a moment.” He moved away from her and swept up his favorite guitar. He strummed his fingers over the strings, then plucked out a few notes as she found her chemise and drew it over her head.
He started playing one of the songs he’d written in recent days—since he’d met her. One of the melodies Gage liked.
She stopped dressing and just stared at him, rapt.
When he was finished, she clapped, her eyes glowing. “Aren’t there words?”
“Yes, but I’m not a great singer.”
