The Duke of Defiance (The Untouchables #5)(50)

Suddenly, he was gone from her mouth, and she felt wetness against her sex. Her eyes flew open, and she brought her head up to see what he was doing. His head was buried between her legs, his mouth and tongue kissing her there the way he’d done to her mouth.

Oh, this was too much. She fell back against the bed and closed her eyes once more. He took his mouth away, and she whimpered. His finger stroked into her once more as he worked her flesh. Then his mouth was there again, and she was awash in a building need. It was like a storm gathering, the dark clouds heavy with moisture and tumult. She was those clouds, ready to burst, and yet she wasn’t sure she could.

“Come for me.” His husky words rained over her, and she moaned as her muscles began to clench. His fingers pumped harder into her at the same time his mouth suckled that sensitive spot at the top of her sex, and her body simply flowed away from her. Like a ship setting sail that she was powerless to stop.

Deep, mournful cries filled the room, and she’d no idea where they came from. Contractions racked her core as lights flickered behind her eyelids. Pleasure arced through her.

She’d no idea how long she spun through the darkness, but eventually, she came back to herself. Her body was limp and exhausted, but utterly sated. Now she knew. The knowledge stole her breath and pushed emotion into her throat.

“Are you all right?” he asked softly.

She opened her eyes slowly and managed to focus on the canopy. She tipped her head to the side and saw him watching her. He seemed genuinely concerned, his gaze warm and sincere.

“I think so. I’ve never experienced…that.”

“Sex with your husband wasn’t like this.” It wasn’t really a question but a statement. And one coated in disdain at that.

“No. He didn’t do the things you did.”

“Not ever?” Bran shook his head. “Your husband was a fool.”

She considered whether to tell him the truth, but that would be to admit the ultimate shame. “He said it was my fault he didn’t want me. He said I ruined him…for women.” She turned her head away from him and reached for her robe. She felt his hand cover hers.

“Don’t.” He pulled her up to a sitting position and kissed her. His lips tangled with hers in a sweet dance, and she was surprised to feel desire ignite within her once more. He ended the kiss and looked into her eyes. “It wasn’t your fault. He was who he was, and if he didn’t like women, that wasn’t your fault.” He stroked his knuckles along her jawline. “I am desperate to sink into your beautiful sex, but maybe not tonight.”

His words seared into her—the first part. She clutched his shoulders. “Yes, tonight. After that, I want to feel the rest. Please.”

His lips curved into a purely male and rather predatory smile. “If you insist.”

“I do.”

He tugged his shirt off and dropped it to the floor.

She stared at the hard planes of his chest. He was broad and muscular, with small red-brown nipples and a light dusting of brown hair between them. “I’ve never seen a man’s chest before.” She flicked a glance toward his face. “My husband never removed his shirt. So I’ve nothing to compare you to. However, I feel certain other men must be wanting next to you.”

“You are a boon to my pride.” He clasped her hand and pressed it to his chest, laying the palm flat.

She simply felt him for a moment, relishing his heat and hardness. Then she moved it up to trace the hollow of his throat and over along his collarbone, then down to one of those dashing little nipples. “Does this feel the same for you?” She tweaked it lightly. “When you touched me there—” Her breasts felt full and heavy, and heat sparked through her core.

“You liked it.”

“Yes.” She sounded breathless and eager.

“It’s not quite the same, but yes, I like it. I like everything and anything you would want to do to me.”

Her mind flashed to the things Matthias had required her to do. She’d performed them out of duty, but for the first time, she saw the allure of touching a man’s cock. Not just any man, Bran.

She arched a brow at him and scooted forward to the edge of the bed where he stood. “Anything?” She reached for the buttons on his pantaloons and worked them free.

“Joanna. What are you doing?”

“Exploring. You’ve done much to dispel my anxiety and my fears. This is part of that. May I?” She hesitated before slipping her hand into his smallclothes. Only he wasn’t wearing any beneath his pantaloons. This didn’t surprise her given his dislike of most clothing.

He pushed at the garment and wiggled his hips until they fell down his legs, then he kicked them aside. “How’s that?”

She stared at his sex, the length curved up from a nest of dark curls. A bead of moisture perched on the tip. She curled her hand around him and stroked his flesh. She went slowly, taking her time to feel every inch of him.

He reached out and caressed her breast, his touch rekindling her arousal and fueling her hand to move faster. She briefly cupped the heavy sacs at the base before bringing her hand up and sliding it back down then repeating the action several times.

His breathing became louder and his fingers pulled and massaged her nipple, distracting her, but in the most delicious manner. She ran her thumb over this tip, finding the moisture. More took its place, and she used her hand to stroke it over his flesh. He moaned.