Page 81 of If the Duke Dares
Her thumbs and forefingers moved to the nipples and pulled, then pinched together. She moaned softly, and he was absolutely gone.
With a primitive growl, he dropped to the floor next to the cot and replaced one of her hands with his, squeezing and stroking her. She arched up, crying out.
“Part your legs,” he rasped, trailing one hand down the concavity of her abdomen. He slipped his fingers through her golden-brown curls and found the heat of her sex. She was wet and ready, as she’d been last night when he’d put his mouth on her.
She opened her thighs and rotated her hips, seeking his touch. He lowered his lips to her breast, holding her flesh as he suckled her. She bucked up into the hand between her legs as she clutched at his head.
“Acton, I need—” She gasped as he slid his finger into her sheath.
“What do you need, love?” He lifted his head to look at her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. She was always stunning, but this version of her was completely disarming.
“That. More of that.”
He pumped his finger into her while using his thumb to massage her clitoris. “Like that?”
“Yes, please.” She moved with him, circling her hips and arching up. He could practically feel her orgasm building, and with it, his own arousal intensified.
Sucking her nipple hard, he put two fingers into her, thrusting and curving his fingers to find the spot that would send her into oblivion.
Moaning, she pulled at his hair. Her hips moved faster. He stroked his fingers deeper and pinched her nipple.
Her muscles clenched around him, signaling her release was imminent. He moved his other hand from her breast to her clitoris and pushed her into release.
Her entire body stiffened as she cried out. Then she moved again as she murmured nonsense, her head cast back leaving her neck long and exposed. Though he wanted to kiss her there, to lick every inch of her flesh, he continued pumping into her until she began to slow. Only then, did he kiss the hollow of her throat.
“That’s one,” he said, taking his fingers from her and clasping her thigh.
She opened her eyes. Her blue gaze was hazy with passion. “Two more to finish, then.”
He laughed. “I should take off my breeches and stockings.”
“What are you waiting for?” She turned to her side and pressed herself back against the wall. Gasping, she inched forward slightly. “Cold.”
He watched her nipples pebble once more. “I can see that. Or are you eager for my touch once more?”
“Both.”
He divested himself of the remainder of his clothing, but she stopped him before he joined her on the cot. “Would you turn around, please?” she asked. “I want to see your backside.”
Slowly, he presented his back to her. Then he wiggled his arse, provoking her to laugh.
Completing his circle, he faced her once more. “Satisfied?”
“With only one climax?” She scoffed. “Not even close.”
“Then I’d best get to work.” Acton situated himself on the cot on his side toward her. There was just barely enough room for them both. He hesitated before taking her in his arms. “We should discuss the future. I don’t want you to think this is just another tryst in a long line of affairs.”
Her brows dove over her eyes, and her gaze grew serious. “Don’t you dare propose to me, Acton. Promise me or you can go.”
She didn’t want a marriage proposal? “But you deserve that. I can’t expect you to lie with me and not become my duchess.”
“I am not trading my body for a title.” She propped herself up with her elbow. “Perhaps you should go.”
“But—” He came up on his elbow too. “I’m confused. You disdain me for being a scoundrel, and now when I am specifically tryingnotto be roguish, you won’t allow me to do so.”
“Because tonight I want the rogue. I don’t want to think about expectations or duty or responsibility. I want to be a woman who desires a man and is desired in return. Can we just have that please?”
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