Page 69 of Debating with the Duke (Second Sons of London 2)

He knocked on her door and heard her call out for him to enter. He did so, disappointed that tonight she wore a dressing gown over the deliciously sheer night rail.

He closed the distance between them and lightly clasped her waist as he bent and touched his lips to hers.

As always, there was electricity when they kissed and all the fears that had built up since he had left her last night now fell away.

Everett enfolded Addie in his arms, her vanilla scent surrounding him. He kissed her hungrily, longing to find the woman he loved within her. She responded to his kiss, her tongue warring with his, her hands clutching his shoulders, kneading them. He broke the kiss and buried his face against the slender column of her throat, inhaling her sweetness. He playfully nipped at her throat, causing a whimper, and he soothed the place with his tongue. Finding where her pulse beat wildly, he licked at it and nipped again.

Addie’s arms went about his neck, holding him tightly. His fingers worked at the belt of her dressing gown, untying the knot and ridding her of the garment. He caught her wrists and lifted her arms away, the better to see her body’s silhouette beneath the silk, its enticing curves calling out to him.

Reaching for the hem of the flimsy night rail, he pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside. He took her hand and led her to the bed, backing her against the mattress and easing her down. Her legs hung from the bed and he kissed his way from her throat down to her core.

“Ev,” she said, uncertainty in her voice. “What are you doing?”

He dropped to his knees. “Learning more about you.”

Capturing her knees, he pushed them apart, feeling her stiffen.

“Ev,” she warned again.

He glanced up, his gaze pinning hers. “Trust me, Addie.”

She swallowed, her sky-blue eyes filled with doubt. “All right,” she said shakily. “But you’ll stop if I ask?”

“Yes. But you won’t want me to,” he said confidently.

He skimmed his fingers along her inner thighs, trying to soothe the tension from her. Then he pulled on her legs slightly, bringing her body to the very edge of the bed for better access. He ran his tongue along the seam of her sex and she gasped.

“Ev! For goodness’ sake! What was that?”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he repeated the gesture—and then plunged his tongue inside her.

A strangled cry emerged from her. He ignored it and began to feast upon her, using his tongue and teeth to pleasure her. Her little cries and whimpers told him all he needed to know and he continued making love to her. Then her body shuddered violently, her hands fisting in his hair, and the storm moved through her as she jerked and sighed.

When she stilled, he tore the banyan off and hovered over her a moment before thrusting inside her. Addie cried out, her back arching. He moved in and out, increasing and then slowing the pace before speeding up again. She kept calling his name, begging him to move faster and he finally did.

They both climaxed at the same time, shouting their pleasure, before he nuzzled her neck, his body against hers. She smelled divine. She tasted divine.

And she was his. All his.

Everett pushed himself up and pulled out, lifting her onto the pillows and then slipping beside her. He encased her in his arms and held her to him, smoothing her hair and kissing her gently, not wanting to leave her tonight.

Slowly, he sensed her withdrawing from him and he broke the kiss. For a moment, Everett thought he saw regret in her eyes and then a steely resolve replaced it. She moved away from him and climbed from the bed, retrieving the filmy night rail he had removed from her. She brought it over her head and then stood, arms crossed, waiting expectantly. He realized she expected him to leave.

He left the bed, claiming his banyan and shrugging into it. He walked to the door and turned, pausing to drink her in, regret filling him that she wished him gone.

“Thank you,” she said primly. “Goodnight, Ev.”

Her dismissive tone let him know he was no longer welcome. Everett left his wife’s chamber and returned to his cold, empty bed.

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