Page 40 of One Night of Surrender
“Shhh.”He smiled softly before he kissed her.“Not helpless,” he whispered against her lips before he pulled back and stared into her eyes.“You’re a woman who knows what she wants and takes it.Cole and I opened the Wicked Duke so that people could be precisely who they wanted, without pretense, without judgment, without regret.”
“You have always allowed me to be exactly who I am.Except a barmaid,” she teased.
“If you really want to be a barmaid, you can be a barmaid.”
“I rather like being a librarian.Thank you.”She pressed her lips to his.“For making that happen.For bringing me the girls today.For this.”
His mouth curved into a seductive smile.“I haven’t done anything yet.”
“Not true, but I do want you to finish.”
“Are you certain?”he asked gently, his brow creasing.
She found the hem of his shirt and swept the garment up over his chest.He helped her take it the rest of the way off, and while he was busy casting it aside, she kissed the hollow of his throat.She put her hands on his fall and began to unfasten the buttons.He palmed her nape and moaned softly as she reached into his breeches and stroked his cock.
His hips pressed forward and then he was a flurry of movement.He unbuttoned her breeches, which were thankfully far looser fitting than his, otherwise they would have been a terrible disguise, and pulled them down past her hips, then lifted her onto the table.She gasped at the sensation of the cool wood against her bare backside.Stripping her boots away, he discarded the breeches next and didn’t bother with her stockings.
Need pulsed in her sex.“Touch me, Val.”
He moved between her legs, claiming her mouth as he stroked his hand along her thigh.His fingers pressed into her curls, finding her clitoris, that sweet spot he’d introduced her to so long ago.The spot her husband had never even looked for.The spot she had touched so many times and thought of Val.Never in her dreams had she imagined she’d feel him again.
Pleasure curled through her, and she ached to have him inside her.She wriggled to the edge of the table, seeking more of him.He slid his finger into her sheath, and she cried out.He kissed her, taking her exultation into himself.
Isabelle squeezed her eyes closed and completely surrendered to his sweet torment.To feel him and smell him and taste him.It was almost too much.She was going to lose herself completely, and she wasn’t at all sure she wanted to be found again.
He stroked slowly at first, his thumb teasing her while he pumped his finger in and out.She moved with him, eager to reach that promised pinnacle where light met dark and the end met the beginning again.He began to move faster, touching her in precisely the way she needed to be touched.It was as if he recalled every caress, every sensation, and was recreating them exactly.
But then there were two fingers, and it was suddenly different.More.Faster.Frantic.He tore his mouth from hers and whispered against her ear, “Come for me, Isabelle.”
Everything inside her split apart.She plummeted into the glorious darkness and embraced the end, knowing it was only temporary and eager for the ecstasy to begin anew.
He pulled away from her sex, and she reached between them to liberate his shaft from his clothing.He groaned while she stroked his velvety softness, the memory of it paling now that she had the reality in her grasp.
His hand covered hers, and together, they guided him to her sex.Her flesh was sensitive, and the pleasure she’d craved washed over her with stark intensity, making her gasp.She clutched his hip and pulled him into her.Obliging, he drove deep, filling her with wild abandon.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he scooped her against him.He kissed her, openmouthed, his tongue dragging along hers.She felt greedy and desperate, as if she’d never have enough of him, and she supposed she wouldn’t.She didn’t want to think about that now.Now, she wanted to glory in this moment, in this rapture.
Their bodies moved together as if it hadn’t been ten years but ten minutes since they were one.She held him tight, anchoring herself to his strength as pleasure buoyed her on a tide of passion.He moved faster, and she met him stroke for stroke as she built toward the peak once more.
Then she was there, taken completely by surprise as she descended into bliss.He was a moment behind her, filling her again and again until his muscles went taut.
She felt him start to pull away, but she held him close.“Don’t go.”
He cried out as his body shuddered.She smoothed her fingertips along his shoulders, his spine, taking deep breaths to return to earth.
His lips pressed against her cheek, her temple, her forehead.“I should have left your body.”
“I was married for four years without issue.There is likely no need to be concerned.”Likely.She supposed there was a small need, but she refused to consider it.This night was something she’d cherish for all time.
His lips claimed hers, kissing her with sweet satisfaction.She held him tight, never wanting to let go, but knowing she must.And soon.
A chill raced across her shoulders, and she shivered.
“You’re cold,” he murmured.Leaving her, he collected her clothing and began to help her dress.He’d tucked himself back into his breeches and rebuttoned the fall but remained shirtless.She couldn’t help but appreciate the expanse of his chest and the faint curls of blond hair scattering the landscape between his nipples.
He held up the length of muslin Viola had used to wrap Isabelle’s breasts.“Do we need to bind you again?”
She touched her bare face.“I think my disguise is fairly ruined.”
