Page 80 of If the Duke Dares
Her eyes gleamed with sensual delight. “I can hardly wait to hear what that is. Please be specific. If you can.”
She was teasing him again, and this time, he wanted more of it. Though, it was incredibly hard to focus on having an arousing conversation when her bare breasts were taunting him. Her dark pink nipples were completely erect, ready for his hands and mouth.
He managed to pull off one boot and then the other, setting them aside. Then he looked her in the eye. “How is this for specificity: you and me entwined, my cock buried inside you.”
Her brow furrowed gently, as if she wasn’t entirely sure she knew what he meant. Or worse, that she didn’t want that. “Will there be a climax involved? I should like to have that again—with you inside me, if possible.”
Acton groaned. “I will make you come more times than you can count if you’d let me.”
“That sounds…overwhelming. How about three? Can you manage three?”
Launching from the chair, he clasped her against him with a growl. “Three it is. But don’t blame me if I accidentally provoke four.”
“Your arrogance tonight is quite something.” She reached behind herself and loosened the tie of her gown. “How fortunate for you that I am finding it vastly arousing.”
“I can see that.” He lowered his head to her breast. “Your nipples are quite eager for me. They clearly remember me from last night and are desperate for me to pleasure them again.” He blew on one, teasing her.
She sucked in breath. “Yes.They are most eager.”
“Splendid,” he murmured, blowing on the other one before lightly touching the tip of his tongue to the flesh of her breast, avoiding the nipple. He moved over her slowly, tasting her as her breathing grew more rapid. Her chest rose and fell with increasing speed.
“Now, you’re being cruel. You know I want you.”
“I do. And that isn’t arrogance. That’s just observation.” Still, he couldn’t help feeling cocky about it.
“Please, Acton. Deliver me from this torment.”
“Lie on the bed, and I will.”
She quickly moved to do as he instructed, reclining on the narrow cot.
“Hmm, I should have brought bedclothes again,” he said with a wicked smile.
“I don’t need those. Or anything but you. You are taking much too long to join me.”
“I haven’t finished with my demands.” He crossed his arms over his chest, in part to try to contain his own raging lust. “Take off your gown.”
“You should have asked before I got on the bed!” Huffing, she pushed the garment down and wriggled her hips free before kicking it away.
“But then I wouldn’t have been able to watch your body move like that.” His voice had lowered, commensurate with the lengthening of his cock. He hadn’t thought he could grow harder, but he’d been wrong.
“Now, will you come?” she asked in a near whine that pushed him closer to the edge.
He shook his head. “Show me what you want. Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you.”
Now she looked at him as if he’d lost all rational thought. “I can’t put my mouth on my breast.”
“I meant with your hands. I will put my mouth on you shortly.”Veryshortly. He was nearly at the end of his tether.
“Only if you take your shirt off,” she countered.
“Saucy thing,” he murmured before pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor behind him. “Better?”
Her eyes fixed on his bare chest, her lids growing hooded with desire as she perused him. Then she licked her lips, and he was done teasing.
“Show me, Persey.Now.”
She cupped her breasts, massaging them. He swallowed, watching the globes move in her grasp and wishing he was the one doing it. And he would be—just one more moment of delicious torture.
