Page 87 of The Duke of Distraction
His brow climbed his forehead once more as he reached for the sash of her dressing gown and pulled it loose.The front of the garment opened, and her breasts tingled with anticipation.“What did you want to talk about?”
He pushed the dressing gown over her shoulders and walked behind her to pull it from her arms.He draped it over a chair near the fireplace and returned to her.
Sarah couldn’t seem to find any of the words she’d wanted to say.About his parents.His birthday.His emotions.
How much she loved him.
He picked up the braid of her hair where it lay against her shoulder and began to unwind the curls.“I haven’t seen you with your hair down in years.”
All she could hear was the steady thrum of her heart, its speed increasing as he worked, and the quickening of her breath.When her hair was loose, he ran his fingers through the locks and let it fall over her shoulders and down her back.
“Beautiful.How did I never see that before?”He looked at her in wonder, as if he’d never seen anything like her.She’d imagined a man looking at her like that, but never dreamed it would be Felix.It was both confounding and…right.
“The same way I never saw that you were unbearably handsome.”She reached for one of two frogs that held the banyan closed at his front.“Are you…naked under this?”
He nodded.“Do you want to see?Please say yes, because I amdesperateto see you.”
Heat flooded her core, and she unfastened the garment, holding her breath as it separated to reveal his chest.She put her palms flat against his warm flesh.Dark hair tickled her as she moved her fingertips over his muscles.Her pinky met a small bump, his nipple, she realized.She pushed the garment aside and looked her fill.
“My turn.”He bent slightly and with both hands grasped the skirt of her night rail.Gently, he whisked the garment over her head, and the cool air of the room heightened her awareness.Her breasts, already heavy, tightened, especially as his gaze dropped to look at them.
“My God, Sarah.You are absolutely exquisite.”He lifted his hands to her collarbones and gently ran his fingers along her flesh, moving outward to her shoulders and then down her biceps.Then his hands came inward to stroke the outer globes of her breasts.
Desire pulsed through her, and she worked to contain her need lest she cast herself forward against him.He circled his hands up to the top of her breasts, then brought his palms down so that they dragged softly across the ends of her nipples.She gasped softly, eager for him to do so much more.
Using his palms, he rotated them in circles over her flesh, drawing her forward as she sought more contact.Then he gave it to her, closing his hands over her and lifting the sensitive weight.She gasped again and closed her eyes, reveling in the new sensation.
Her breathing became even faster while his caresses remained slow and steady.He stroked her, sliding his fingertips around her breasts and pulling them down over the nipple.After several passes, he used a firmer touch, squeezing her flesh and tugging the nipples, then repeating the action over and over until she was fairly panting with need.
Then he pinched them both, but it didn’t hurt.She opened her eyes as she sucked in a breath in surprise.He bent his head and cupped one breast as he suckled, then he moved to the other, using his thumb to tease the one he’d just left.Back and forth he went, tormenting her, and sparking a sweet craving between her legs.
She closed her eyes again, giving herself completely to the delicious sensations he aroused.The more he worked, the more her pleasure built, and she wondered if he could bring her to release just like this.
Suddenly, something changed.His dedicated, methodical attention shifted.He nipped her flesh and sucked at her, then dragged his hand down her abdomen.His fingers stroked along her sex, and her knees wavered.
“Sarah.You are so damn wet.”
She opened her eyes to see him straighten.He looked at her as he pushed a finger inside her.A growl started low in his throat just before he kissed her.His mouth was open and wet and incredibly wild.She clutched at his shoulders as he held one breast and stroked into her.
Then she was flying.Or so it seemed, because he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed.He laid her down and kissed her again, sweeping his tongue deep into her mouth.She curled her hand around his neck and pressed her fingers into his scalp as she kissed him back.The desire she felt for him was both wonderful and terrifying.
All while he kissed her, his hands and fingers caressed her flesh, teasing her nipple and tantalizing her sex.She opened her legs wider, soundlessly begging him to give her release.
His mouth left hers and moved down her neck, his teeth and tongue ravaging her flesh.He drew on one nipple, closing his lips around her and sucking before moving to the other and doing the same.She grasped his hair and cast her head back in abandon.His fingers pumped into her, and then his mouth was on her there.He did to her sex what he’d done to her breasts, licking and sucking until she thrust herself up into him, mindless with need.
At last her release came, breaking her into a thousand little pieces.She dug her nails into his shoulder and with her other hand grasped the coverlet.Before she recovered, he was between her legs, his cock against her sex.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him, a sense of peace and fulfillment spreading through her.He was so handsome, his familiar features so beloved.There was nowhere in the world she’d rather be—now or forever.
He clasped her hip and with his other hand guided himself into her sex.It was different from before and yet the same.She tilted her pelvis as he slid inside.Then he positioned her legs, curling them around his hips.He leaned forward, and she rose up to kiss him, brushing her lips against his.
“I love you,” she whispered.
He stilled, but only for the briefest moment—so brief, she wondered if she’d imagined it.And then she stopped thinking, for he stole every rational piece of her mind.
His body moved over and into hers, claiming and worshipping her with each thrust and every caress.He kissed her mouth, her neck, her breast, and she was completely lost in his embrace.He drove deeper, then stroked her clitoris, pushing her to that place where darkness and passion collided.She cried out just as he did, and then he was gone.Mostly.He continued to touch her, seeing her through the climax until she tumbled to the earth.
She was vaguely aware that he’d collapsed beside her.Opening her eyes, she turned her head to see his arm flung across his forehead as he fought to regain his breath.His eyes were closed, his lips parted.
