Page 64 of The Duke of Kisses
He did, his hips snapping against hers. The next time, she moved with him. “Divine,” she said as the pressure built inside her once more.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
Her gown was bunched between them, but she lifted her legs and moaned as the movement fit them more snugly together. “Oh!”
“Hold on to me, Fanny.” He claimed her mouth and kissed her with a fierce passion that was mirrored in the movement of his hips and the stroke of his cock.
She closed her eyes and clasped him tightly, gripping his back and accidentally caressing his backside. He groaned again, and she decided it had been a good accident. But how she wished he was naked so she could feel all of him. Some day soon, she would. For now, she would lose herself in this glorious moment.
He moved faster still, carrying her upward, and she truly felt like a bird taking off in flight. Once more, his hand brushed her clitoris, pushing her toward that looming finish. It seemed a bit farther to reach this time, but at last, the world broke open, and light and heat rushed over her.
Removing his hand, he gathered her close and drove into her several more times before crying out. She stroked his head and kissed his cheek, his neck, before falling back and resting in sweet oblivion.
Some moments later, he’d slowed and began to withdraw from her. “You’re leaving me?” she asked.
“I must.” He kissed her forehead. “We can’t stroll around joined as we are.”
She giggled as he sat back from her.
He reached for her skirts with a wince. “I don’t have anything to help you clean up.”
She sat up, and he rushed to help her. “That’s what a petticoat is for, silly.” She’d just be sure to launder it herself.
They took care of tidying themselves, and then he helped her up so he could lace up her garments.
“Fanny!”
They both froze and time seemed to stop. Fanny recognized the voice—it was her brother Jacob.
She turned her head. “Hurry. That’s my brother. I’m supposed to be home.” She’d completely forgotten about Mr. Duckworth’s visit.
David made quick work of the laces, and she stepped away from him. “I’ll come with you.”
She shook her head. “Absolutely not. I can’t have my parents knowing I was alone with you. It will be Ivy all over again.” She winced, realizing thiswasIvy all over again. She’d given herself to a man—with a title—on the promise of marriage. “You’re not going to abandon me, are you?”
He picked up her gloves and bonnet and set the latter atop her head with infinite care. “Never.”
“Fanny!” The voice was much closer. He was almost to the pond.
“I have to go,” she whispered fiercely.
“I’ll call on you tomorrow, then,” he said.
Fanny looked through the branches of the willow and saw her brother come through the hedgerow. She was out of time. Pulling her gloves on, she dashed from the canopy and ran to meet Jacob.
He frowned down at her, his green-brown eyes cutting over her. “You look like you rolled around in the grass. Did you fall asleep?”
“Yes.” She seized on the excellent excuse.
He glanced toward the willow, and she prayed he couldn’t see David. Hopefully, David had hidden himself or left the area entirely.
“You’re late,” Jacob snapped. “Mother is livid.”
“When isn’t she?” Fanny muttered.
“Isn’t that the truth?”
Fanny shot her gaze to Jacob, surprised at his response. He merely lifted a shoulder. “She’s been especially difficult since you left,” Jacob said. “I’m counting the days until I can leave.”
