Page 74 of The Design of Dukes (The Beautiful Barringtons 2)

Her fingers fumbled against the volume of her skirts, grasping at the silk and petticoats as he pushed her knees further apart. The cooler air of the room brushed between her thighs and across her crease.

Granby’s fingers tangled in the dark curls at the apex of her thighs before he blew gently across her already moist flesh. “Beautiful.” He grabbed her hips and jerked her forward to the edge of the chair.

Beautiful? She felt exposed. Self-conscious. And horribly aroused.

“I’m going to kiss you.” Two tapered fingers slid across her slit, drawing back and forth, the light pressure causing Romy to jolt in the chair.

Granby pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “You should watch me.” His thumb drew across her flesh in a teasing fashion, caressing the tiny bit of flesh hidden within her folds.

“I—" She inhaled sharply at the low burn of pleasure.

“Watch me.” He leaned over and slid his tongue over her, while pushing her knees further apart. His mouth covered her, teasing and coaxing at her flesh until a low whimper came from Romy’s mouth. When he sunk a finger inside her, the whimper turned into a deep, sensual moan, and her hips writhed against the chair.

Granby’s fingers thrust gently in and out of her, matching the motion of his tongue.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Desire pooled between her thighs as she tilted her hips up, frustrated when the action caused him to retreat. He pulled away, nipping at the inside of her thigh, sending a jolt of sensation sweeping up over her breasts. Another finger joined the first two.

“I plan to stay in bed with you for days at a time, pleasuring every exquisite inch of you, Andromeda.” He blew another stream of air across her swollen flesh. “The servants will be instructed to leave food at the door. I’ll teach you the most interesting things. With my cock. My hands.” He looked into her eyes as his tongue ran the length of her slit. “And my tongue, of course.”

The most erotic images filled her mind. Of being naked with this man’s mouth on her. The entire lower half of her body clenched at the exquisite feeling coiling tightly inside her. She chased her release, panting with frustration every time he paused.

“Do you know when we played bowls—”

Romy didn’t care about the bloody game of bowls. “Yes, you cheated.”

“Each time you bent to toss the bowl, I imagined lifting your skirts and just taking you on the green. Without a thought to anyone seeing us.” He dragged his tongue along her folds.

A low, pained sound left her.

“You watched Lord and Lady Carstairs at the pond that day, didn’t you?”

“No. I—”

“Liar.” His thumb brushed softly against her engorged flesh. “Did you think of me, Romy? Taking you atop a boulder, out in the open?”

She nodded.

“It arouses you, doesn’t it? When I speak to you that way? Tell you what I’d like to do?”

“Yes,” she said, ashamed to admit such a thing. “I know it isn’t normal. I know that—”

“Shush. Your pleasure is your own.”

Her muscles fluttered, clutching as his fingers nestled inside her while his tongue bent to her swollen flesh once more. He drew out her pleasure slowly, deliberately. She would rush forward, nearly embracing the peak of something marvelous, then he would pause, whispering the most outlandish things to her using the foulest language Romy had ever heard.

Every word only increased the sensations ripping through her body.

Finally, he sucked the small, tortured bit of flesh completely into his mouth, his big hands grabbing beneath her so she couldn’t move.

Romy came undone. The precipice she’d tried so desperately to attain shattered beneath her feet as she reached it. The skirts of her gown fell from her fingers, her hips jerking upward.

“David.”

Her body arched off the seat of the chair as he licked and sucked, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from her body. His fingers thrust harder, as the bones of her body sharpened, the waves of her release cresting to spread across her skin.

When it was over, Romy’s head fell back, soft and aching from his ministrations. She could feel the blood pumping through her veins as her heart struggled to regain its normal rhythm.

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