The Duke Meets His Match (The Infamous Somertons #3)(47)

Her heart swelled with love.

She raised herself on her elbows. “I’m afraid your map is ruined.”

“I hardly care. Are you blushing, Miss Somerton?”

“It is daylight, and I’m lying on your desk without a stitch of clothing. While you are completely dressed, down to your hessians,” she pointed out.

He grinned. “A fact that can be quickly remedied.”

“Devil,” she said, giving him a wicked smile. “The truth is I’m wildly curious about your body.”

His expression grew serious. “Chloe, I want you very much, but this was for you.”

He meant only to pleasure her. An odd twinge of disappointment pierced her chest. She was curious about his body, and this would be her last chance to explore him. The thought was dismaying, so she forced herself to push it aside. He had shown her unimaginable pleasure, and she wanted to give and receive, to explore and satisfy a burning curiosity, and to make this moment last as long as she could.

“But I long to see you,” she said.

“That’s dangerous.”

“It’s good then that I’m not a lady who’s easily frightened.”

His half-lidded gaze spoke of desire. He wanted her, but he still held back. She shimmied off the desk to stand before him and pressed a hand to his chest. His heart pounded beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. She leaned into him and pressed soft kisses to the corners of his lips, light and teasing. It had the intended result.

He swept her high into his arms as his mouth slanted across hers and deepened the kiss. He carried her away from the desk, kicking aside maps and books that littered the floor as they went, then set her on her feet before the fireplace. The plush Oriental carpet felt decadent beneath her bare feet.

Breathless from his kisses, she reached for the buttons on his shirt. “May I?”

The first buttoned loosened. Soon he was aiding her and pulling it over his head to reveal a long, sinewy torso. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his chest, all hard angles and ridges. She rested her hands on his shoulders and placed a lingering kiss on his collarbone, then let her tongue edge out to lick his hot flesh. He growled deep in his throat, and the rumble made her shiver with pleasure.

She kept going, placing kisses on his chest followed by licks. The growl turned into a groan, his fingers buried in her hair. She kissed and laved each of his flat nipples, then her fingers followed the line of hair down his stomach that disappeared into his trousers.

When his hands rose, she pushed them away and raised her eyes to his. “Let me.”

His gaze was hot, intense. “You’re going to drive me mad.”

“Then it’s only fair.”

Her fingers went to the fall of his trousers, and she worked the buttons. At last his cock sprang free. Long and hard, it took her breath away. “Oh, my,” she breathed. “I want to touch you.”

He was quick to divest himself of his boots and clothing, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when her fingers touched his shaft. Her eyes rose to his. “Am I hurting you?”

“God no,” he hissed.

“Show me.”

“Hold me harder. Stroke me. Up and down. Just like that.”

She was tentative at first, a soft brush of her fingers on the head of his cock. She loved the texture of him, the hardness of his shaft and the velvety softness of the tip. His voice was hoarse. “I should have known you’d be a quick learner.”

She shot him a seductive look. “Is that bad?”

“You have power.”

The thought was scintillating. He’d given her unimaginable pleasure with his mouth, and she wondered if she could do the same for him. Would he like it? Would it be as sinfully pleasurable for him as it was for her? Curious about the texture and taste of him, she lost her inhibitions.

She slipped to her knees and kissed his navel, his hip, and then ran the tip of her tongue over the engorged head.

“Chloe,” he hissed.

“It’s my turn.” Emboldened by his response, she licked him again. He tasted unique and delicious, and the ache grew between her legs. He’d shown her how to hold and stroke him, and she used her lips and hands the same way. She started at the tip, then took him as fully as she could in her mouth, and then worked back up the length and swirled her tongue across the head. His response was explosive, clearly showing how much he enjoyed it, and she became bolder. She loved the rush of his breath, his groans, and the way his fingers dug into her hair. And when her fingers grazed the heavy sac beneath his penis, he jerked and gasped.

“Stop, Chloe. I’ll spend.”

She raised her head to find him watching her. “I need you, Michael. I need to feel you inside me.”

He laid her on the soft carpet and joined her. The feel of skin against skin was magnificent. Her breasts tingled against his hair-roughened chest, and she writhed beneath him, eager to touch more of his body. His tongue tantalized the buds that had swollen to their fullest, and her head fell back at the delicious pleasure. Passion rose in her like the hottest fire, clouding her brain.

He entered her with one powerful thrust, and they both cried out. “I love the feel of you. So hot, so ready for me.”

Her body melted against his, and the world was filled with him. Soon their bodies were moving in exquisite harmony. The hot, sliding friction roused her to the peak of desire. He reached between their bodies to touch her there, the sweet spot between her legs that made her tremble. Love flowed through her like warm honey, and she soared higher and higher until her world shattered into pure pleasure. He thrust once more, then threw back his head, and at the last moment, he withdrew, and his hot seed arced across her belly. They collapsed against each other, each gasping for breath.