Lady Be Reckless (Duke's Daughters #2)(71)

“Absolutely,” she said, taking his cock in her hand again.

“Well, I suppose this proposal is more enticing than the last one,” he replied, his eyes traveling lazily down her body, making her acutely conscious of how exposed she was.

“You’re lovely,” he said in a low voice, his fingers caressing her breast. He rubbed her nipple, then leaned forward and took it in his mouth, making her gasp.

His other hand had returned to her daisy, and was stroking her, building a heat within that was making her squirm.

His tongue swirled on her skin, and she felt the familiar tension—familiar because he’d done whatever magic he’d done only the previous day—rise, the feeling building and building until she—

“Don’t come yet,” he muttered, raising his head from her breast. He edged down her body, kissing her belly, lower. She held her breath, wondering if . . .

“Oh my God,” she said as he buried his mouth on her there. Licking her with his tongue as his fingers continued to move, the sensation as intense and fierce as anything she’d ever felt before.

It was decadent, and so erotic, and she gripped her hands in his hair, moving her head on his pillow, biting her lip as the tension increased.

Until—“Aah,” she cried out, arching her back as the feeling washed over her.

“That’s what I wanted to see again. Your orgasm.” He drew up beside her to kissher. She could taste herself on his mouth.

“That was—that was,” she said, not able to finish.

He chuckled, then took her hand and put it back on his cock. It was hard and throbbing, and she swallowed nervously as she thought about what was next.

“Relax,” he said, shifting so she could feel him there, right at her entrance. Her daisy. “You’re all ready for me, and I’ll stop if it hurts.”

“I love you,” she said, twisting so she was lying back on the bed.

“I love you too,” he said, starting to guide himself into her.



Edward hadn’t expected to end the evening with this—a naked Olivia in his bed asking him to ruin her—but he wasn’t going to deny it was the best evening of his life.

Tomorrow they’d deal with the messy repercussions, but for right now it was just them.

She was wet, but still tight, and he went slowly, gritting his teeth as he moved.

“Are you all right?” he asked, hearing how strained his voice was.

“Mmm,” she said, her eyes wide. “I want this. I want you.”

And then he slid all the way inside, grunting as his hips pressed against hers.

“Oh my.” She sounded breathless, and intrigued. Her hands went to his arse and gripped him as he started to move.

He pushed up on his elbows so he could look down at her face as he thrust, his rhythm increasing as the orgasm built.

She kept her eyes open, her gaze steady on him, and he felt the swell of his heart as he watched her expression.

He was so close, so close, and he kept increasing his speed, pushing in and out of her, hearing the slap of their flesh with each thrust.

Until he felt the moment peak, and he climaxed with a roar as he stiffened, the rush of it flooding his body with sharp satisfaction.

He collapsed on top of her, and he felt her laugh as he buried his nose in her neck.

“You have most definitely ruined me, Mr. Wolcott,” she said in an amused tone. “I should leave, though. I don’t want to—” And then she began to laugh again.

“Cause a scandal?” he finished. “Because that is the whole point of this, isn’t it?”

She nodded, bumping his head with her chin, and he laughed, feeling as relaxed and comfortable as he’d ever felt.

He didn’t feel as though he didn’t belong. He definitely belonged here, with her, and it didn’t matter who he was or what people thought of him. It only mattered what she thought of him, and she loved him.

That was more than enough.

He rolled off her, startling Scamp who’d climbed up on the bed. She leapt back down with a yowl, and he drew the covers up, urging Olivia to get underneath, then scooting beside her and tucking the covers around both of them.

“You can leave early in the morning,” he said. “Nobody will be up to see you, and then we can both be presentable when you announce your intention of marrying me.”

“Sounds wonderful,” she replied in a sleepy voice. She curled against his side, and he wrapped his arm around her, feeling her warm, soft curves pressed into his body.





Chapter 25




Stand up for yourself and what you want.

Lady Olivia’s Particular Guide to Being Reckless



“Olivia.”

Olivia scrunched her nose and swatted at the person saying her name.

Only—“Oh!” she said, scrambling quickly to sit up, meaning that she ended up bashing Edward in the nose with her head.

“Ouch, woman,” he growled, grinning at her as he touched his nose.

“Sorry, I just—”

“You’re not accustomed to waking up beside anybody,” he said, pushing her hair away from her face. He leaned forward and kissed her, a warm, soft kiss that made her feel as though she were melting from the deliciousness of it.

“But you should get back to your room—your maid will be in to wake you soon.”