The Duke Meets His Match (The Infamous Somertons #3)(29)

His hand cupped her breasts and her nipples instantly hardened beneath her gown. His lips lowered to graze her neck then trailed down to place heated kisses to her bodice. When he licked the tops of her breasts above her bodice, she arched up to offer herself to his mouth. His fingers dipped into her bodice to graze her nipple, and she moaned. The teasing touch made her wild, made her forget everything but the stroke of his skillful touch.

“From the first time I saw you, I’ve wanted you naked beneath me. I want to bury myself deep inside you. I want to lavish you with pleasure with my hands and mouth. And I want your hands and mouth on me.”

Sweet heaven. Excitement coursed through her veins at his erotic words. He spoke like a soldier, a man in command. But she was far from in control of her own emotions. Her body cried out for his touch, and her resistance dissipated beneath the onslaught of his skillful kisses.

He lifted his head, and a predatory glimmer sparked in his eyes. “I burn to be inside you, but I’d never force you. If you don’t want the same, then you have to leave now. It’s your choice.”

The raw hunger in his eyes sent a burst of warmth through her. Chloe wanted the security of marriage, but she wanted this man even more. Perhaps she was truly wicked and never meant to be a lady. Or perhaps her scandalous past could never be forgotten and had already carved her future in stone. All she knew was that her body ached for everything he’d promised. She wanted him, more than she wanted air to breathe. He was right—she’d known all along that she’d wanted to experience him, hadn’t she? It was as inevitable as the stars and the moon.

Despite a strong impulse to glimpse down at his nakedness, she kept her eyes on his face. Reaching up, she traced his jaw. “I choose to stay.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his face before it was replaced with a look of pure male satisfaction. “I’ll try to go slow, but my desire for you is consuming.”

He swooped down to kiss her. She relished his fierceness, knowing he wanted her so badly. His fingers worked the top fastenings of her gown and pushed the fabric down to reveal her breasts. Her nipples tightened from the cool air.

“My God,” he hissed. “Your skin is so fair.”

His large hands cupped her breast and his hot mouth closed around her nipple. She cried out as deep spirals of pleasure radiated down to her toes. He tasted her with long, leisurely licks. Her body arched wantonly toward his mouth, and her fingers buried in the thick strands of his dark hair. She drowned in sensations as he sucked and kneaded one breast, then moved to the other. He drove her wild, and she’d never imagined her breasts could be so sensitive to another’s touch.

He raised the hem of her skirt, his fingers trailing up her silk stockings and halting where her garter met skin. Her clothing was bunched at her waist. She tensed in anticipation of his calloused hand on her flesh, then he touched her there.

Chloe moaned. His skillful fingers aroused her and built her excitement slowly. Then he slipped a finger inside her. She felt her wetness bloom and nothing could have stopped her hips from meeting the slow, rhythmic strokes of his finger. When he stroked against the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs, her head fell back and she cried out.

He lowered his lips to the shell of her ear. “I want to erase the memory of all your prior lovers.”

Her mind struggled to comprehend, but the tip of his finger circled her woman’s flesh and all thoughts shattered beneath an unimaginable pleasure. He dipped a finger inside, then withdrew to stroke and tease until she was writhing beneath his hand. The pleasure built to a fevered pitch. She needed a release that she knew only he could provide.

He ravished her lips, then trailed his mouth down the column of her throat. He kissed and licked her flesh like it was forever.

Impossible. He didn’t want her forever, and she didn’t expect it. One afternoon of heated pleasure would have to last her a lifetime.

He shifted and tugged, and the sheet slid to the floor. She caught a glimpse of his manhood—thick, long, and hard. She felt him then, all of him, pressed against her sensitive flesh. She barely had time to wonder before he thrust deep inside her. She cried out at the invading sharp pain.

He froze, his body rigid, his muscles tensing above her. “My God,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “You can’t be a virgin.”

She shook her head from side to side on the pillow. “It doesn’t matter. Please don’t stop.”

Something shifted in him and he tensed. She sensed a battle of restraint in every hard muscle. Her body began to ache for the erotic pleasure he’d promised her. Desperate for release, she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed her inner muscles.

“Damn,” he hissed. “You’re so tight.”

At last he began to move, slow rhythmic thrusts until her body accepted his fullness. A burning, then aching sensation leaped to life within her. Soon the hot sliding friction aroused her to a fevered pitch. She relished the weight of his body, his muscular chest brushing against her own sensitive breasts, the scent of his skin, and the pulsing fullness of him inside her. She ran her hands up his muscular arms and buried her fingers in his hair.

He took her mouth as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful in the throes of passion as you.”

The pleasure built and built. Her hips arched off the mattress to meet his thrusts. Then he reached between their bodies to stroke her flesh. She cried out as she was hurled beyond and her body exploded in a fiery climax.