The Duke of Defiance (The Untouchables #5)(59)

He stepped toward her, and she turned to fully face him, her back nearly touching the bookshelves. “Boring.”

“In what way?”

“In every way.” He advanced on her, closing the distance between them. “I detest such nonsense.”

She pressed her back against the shelves. “Then why did you go?”

“To please my godmother.” He brought his chest flush with hers.

She could feel his warmth through the meager layers of their clothing. “Is that right?”

“Mmm.” He lowered his head and pressed hot kisses along her neck.

She arched her head back as far as it would go before the bookcase stopped her. Fire and need ignited in her belly and spread through her limbs before coiling in her core. “Did you dance?”

“Twice.”

Another shaft of jealousy sliced through her. “I’m…surprised.”

His tongue licked along her jaw. “I am too.” He straightened, his mouth a bare inch from hers. “Are you upset that I went to the ball?”

“No.” She answered too quickly and saw the doubt in his gaze.

His eyes darkened as he untied the sash at her waist. He pushed the garment open and then pulled his shirt over his head, leaving just her night rail between them. “Rest assured, I would much rather have been here with you. Doing this.” He kissed her, his tongue capturing hers in feverish want.

She clasped his shoulders and held him tightly, her body quivering with desire. He kissed her deeply, his body pressing into hers so that she could feel the hardness of his cock. Need sparked between her legs, and she rotated her hips against his. He met her movements, thrusting into her.

She needed more.

He cupped her breast through the night rail, his fingers finding her nipple. The fabric was thin and seemed to only intensify the sensation as it rubbed against her desperate flesh. His mouth left hers and trailed down her neck to the top of her breasts. He pushed her nipple up and caught it with his tongue, drawing lush, wet circles over the fabric before grazing her with his teeth.

She gasped as stark lust shot through her. This was even more intense than the other night. She wanted him so badly. Here. Now.

He seemed to understand as he found the hem of her night rail and lifted it to her waist. His hand came between her legs, stroking her as she widened her stance to open her thighs.

And then he was gone. She whimpered. But he was back momentarily after dragging the chair toward them. He pushed it to the bookshelf, on her right.

He reached for her right leg, grasping her behind the knee and lifting. “Put your foot on the chair.”

She did as he said, and immediately knew why he’d done it when his hand moved between her thighs once more. This opened her more fully, gave him better access. And oh, did he make good use of it.

She curled her hand around his neck, gripping him with harsh need as his finger entered her. He stroked in and out, teasing her arousal. She needed his mouth again.

Cupping his neck, she pulled him toward her and kissed him. He groaned into her mouth. His fingers worked faster, his thumb pushing on that sensitive spot that made her want to cry out.

He tugged his mouth from hers. “I can’t wait.” His breathing was ragged and wild.

She pulled at his hair. “I don’t want you to.”

He withdrew his hand from her, and she felt him undoing his fall between them. He shoved her night rail up once more and pushed her foot farther over on the chair, opening her wider. Then his cock nudged her opening. She was desperate to have him inside her.

She dug her fingers into his back as he entered her in one quick, filling thrust. She moaned, and he kissed her again, bringing heat and ecstasy.

He began to move, but she felt wobbly. He seemed to sense this as he lifted her by the waist. He broke the kiss. “Wrap your legs around me.”

Again, she followed his command, and again he filled her, this time causing a cascade of light behind her eyelids as she squeezed them shut. Pleasure swept through her, lifting her high on wave after wave of rapture. She held on to him tightly as he drove relentlessly into her eager body.

He moaned as he took her mouth again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock. Each thrust sent her farther over the edge until uncontrollable spasms racked her body. He gripped her waist and buried himself deep. She felt his release as he shuddered.

He kept moving, a bit more slowly, but still filling her and prolonging her pleasure. After a minute, he withdrew, easing her legs from him. She found her footing before he let her go. She opened her eyes and saw him sprawl in the chair, his eyes closed, his head cast back, and his chest pulsing as he caught his breath.

Her gaze drifted to the still-open door, and panic filled her. Her night rail hung crooked around her waist. She smoothed it down and drew her robe closed, tying the sash tightly around her. “We can’t let that happen again.”

His eyes flew open. “Why?”

She hurriedly closed the door. “Anyone could’ve walked in.” Her gaze dipped to his open fall and his spent cock.

He swore quietly and fastened the buttons. “If only you weren’t so damned desirable. I’ll try to restrain myself unless we’re in your chamber. Or mine.” He looked up at her, his eyes still dark with pleasure.

Want tore through her, but her earlier misgivings rose to the front of her mind. “Maybe we shouldn’t do it at all. If someone were to find out. Or Evie—”