Page 58 of The Duke of Distraction
Oh God, she couldn’t ask this of him.There were limits to what a person could give.And there were certainly boundaries, especially between them.
“Felix, I want… I want you.”
“You want what I can give you.”
She wasn’t sure what he was trying to say.And she was afraid the obstacles between them were too great.“Is that so bad?”
He kissed her again, his mouth ravaging hers.Then he swept her into his arms, drawing a gasp from her lips, and carried her to the settee, where he laid her down.
He bent over her, and drew in a ragged breath.“If you want me to stop, I will stop.You have only to say so—at any time.”
She reached up and unbuttoned his waistcoat.“I will expect you to do the same.”
Felix dropped one shoulder and then the other as she pushed the garment from his body, tugging it down his arms and then casting it aside.He leaned forward again and kissed her, a now familiar and incredibly arousing sensation that Sarah doubted she could ever get enough of.
He put his knee between her thighs, pinning her clothing around her, as he dragged his mouth down her throat, his tongue trailing along her flesh.Fire blazed wherever he touched her, sending her into a feverish urgency.Her flesh tingled, her breasts felt full and sensitive, her sex pulsed with need.She found herself pushing against his thigh to ease the craving she didn’t know how to satisfy.
His hand skimmed along her thigh, and he lifted his leg as he pushed the night rail up.As with her breast a few moments ago, cool air rushed over her sex.She felt utterly exposed and wanton.Sheshouldcall a halt to this, but she could not.
When his fingers touched her there, she rose up off the settee, her body tensing with a combination of surprise and yearning.He rubbed her flesh, feeding the flames burning within her.
He teased one of her nipples with his other hand, stirring every part of her.Flooded with sensation, she cast her head back, desperate for wherever he was taking her.
He stroked the flesh between her legs, pushing her toward something she was eager to grasp.She arched up, her body tensing, and grabbed his upper sleeve, her hand fisting around the linen.His arm moved as he touched her, his fingertips moving with deft precision, finding every spot that would elicit sensation more arousing than the last.
Just when she wondered how this could possibly end, he slipped a finger inside her.She knew the fundamentals of sexual intercourse and that he would put a body part into her, but she hadn’t expected that one.She hadn’t expected any of this.She fought to hold on to rational thought, but it began to slip away beneath the onslaught of his attentions.In and out he slid, creating a delicious friction.She moved her hips, seeking, wanting, needing more.
He’d managed to move her night rail to suckle her breast again, and the draw of his mouth coupled with the stroke of his finger and the push of his thumb sent her over the edge of the precipice she hadn’t even realized she’d reached.
Her body tensed as rapture spun through her.She was lost in a dark, sweet oblivion.His mouth crashed over hers, and she realized she’d cried out.But now he swallowed the sound, kissing her with deep abandon.
Gradually, her body relaxed, and her limbs felt as though they would melt into puddles.He’d gentled the kiss, and now pulled back, moving his lips across her jaw before leaving a final kiss just beneath her ear.He eased away from her, drawing her night rail down over her thighs.
Sarah opened her eyes.“You’re finished?”
His eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a flash of uncertainty in his gaze.“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?I was sure you did.”
“More than I can say.More than I ever imagined.But you… What about you?”
He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead.“This was never about me.”He took her hand and drew her up to a sitting position.
She shifted her legs to the floor but kept her body angled toward him.“I didn’t realize that.”If it was about her, then she really didn’t understand.“I didn’t ask you to stop.”
He sat facing her, his leg bent so that his knee was on the settee.“This is all we can—or should—do,” he said.“Mostly.”
“Mostly?”She couldn’t stop looking at the V of his chest exposed by the opening of his shirt.Dark hair peeked through the opening, and her fingers itched to touch him.
“There are other things.”
“Such as you putting your…cock inside me.”She used the word Lavinia had told her.
He sucked in a breath.“Sarah, could you not use…that word?”
She flinched.“You find it offensive?”
“No, I find it arousing.”
Heat swelled inside her.“Oh.Will you show me more?”
