The Duke Identity (Game of Dukes #1)(52)

“You’re soft as a kitten,” he said huskily.

“You’re not.” Wonderingly, she ran her hands over his shoulders, the ropes of muscle shifting beneath the sleek skin. Feeling the pulsing heft of his erection against her belly, she wetted her lips and noticed how his gaze followed the movement. “You’re hard…all over.”

He bent his head, spreading her lips with his tongue, thrusting into her mouth. She drew eagerly on his offering, sucking it like a sweet, and his growl filled her throat. As they kissed, his body moved over hers, his hair-covered chest titillating the tips of her breasts, tingles shooting to her sex. She moaned as his rock-hard thigh wedged into her cove. He nudged deeper, and she could feel her dew slickening the friction.

“Devil and damn,” he said in a guttural voice. “You’re ready again.”

Was she ever. But there was something else she wanted to do.

“Wait,” she said breathlessly. “It’s my turn to pleasure you.”

“If you give me any more pleasure, I’ll explode.”

“That’s the general idea, isn’t it?”

She tasted his laughter when he kissed her again. Kissed her so hard and deep and long that she nearly forgot what she’d intended to do. Until he took her hand, dragging it down the granite-hard planes of his body to his manhood. Her breath caught as he wrapped her hand around his rampant arousal, her fingers barely circling the thick, heavy stalk.

“It’s so big,” she blurted. “How do you walk around with this?”

“It’s not usually this way.” Humor glinted in his eyes. “Unless I’m around you.”

She liked that. Liked that she could arouse him. It made her feel feminine and powerful. Intrigued, she ran her fingertips up the rearing shaft, feeling the raised veins, the virile pulse. She swept her thumb over the wide tip, and satiny moisture seeped from the tiny hole at its center.

He folded her fingers firmly around his turgid shaft.

“Like this,” he muttered.

They lay on their sides facing one another, and he taught her how to touch him. The pace and pressure he liked. How to squeeze the tip of his member and bring her fist all the way down to the root. The act of pleasuring him, of pumping his hard cock, feeling that supple slide of skin over the rigid core, made her dizzy with desire. He reached between her thighs, and she moaned as she felt herself drenching his fingers.

“Keep frigging me,” he rasped. “I’ll pet your pussy, and we’ll see who comes first.”

His wicked challenge set her aflame. She grasped his cock tighter, and it pulsed, a spurt of slickness easing the drag of her fist. Their mouths collided in a hot, hungry tangle of tongues. Her thighs tightened as she felt his long finger slide down her swollen cleft, circling the place where she ached to be filled.

“Please,” she whimpered.

She felt him nudge deeper, deeper yet, and then his finger was inside her, and her muscles clenched on the unfamiliar yet exquisite sensation.

“Goddamn, you’re small. Tight,” he said hoarsely. “Does it hurt, love?”

“No,” she moaned. “Do it more.”

With a sound that was part-groan, part-laugh, he obliged. His finger thrust deeper and deeper, and she panted as the tension in her coiled tighter and tighter. Then his thumb circled her pearl as he simultaneously caressed some high, transcendent place inside, and she catapulted over pleasure’s edge.

“So bloody sweet,” he growled. “Ah, God, you’re going to take me with you…”

His hand trapped hers against his cock. His hips surged upward, and, even floating and boneless, she realized how much he’d held back. Now he unleashed his passion, driving his huge erection into their combined grasp. With each powerful shove, her pussy clenched.

Then his mighty body tensed. His shaft burgeoned, straining the limits of her hold. With a groan that sounded like mountains moving, he climaxed. Her breath held as he shuddered, load after load of creamy heat shooting from his cock, splattering his lean belly and drenching her palm.

He collapsed onto his back, dragging her on top of him.

With her cheek pressed against his thundering heart, a thought occurred to her. She giggled.

“What’s so amusing, sprite?” his voice rumbled.

She raised herself up to look into his sated eyes. “Since I came first, I finally beat you at something!”

His roar of laughter was her reward.





18





Bennett was waiting for her outside the breakfast room at eight o’ clock the next morning. Despite the fact that he’d gotten little sleep, he was the picture of male vitality. His dark hair gleamed, his strong jaw was freshly shaven. Dressed in his usual stark attire, he was wearing the boots she’d given him. He was beyond handsome, every inch a gentleman. And having felt every inch of that big, hard body against hers just a few hours ago, she felt a quiver in her belly.

“Good morning, Miss Todd. I trust you slept well?”

At the primal gleam behind his spectacles, which matched not at all with his polite enquiry, Tessa tried unsuccessfully to fight down a blush. “Quite well, thank you. And you?”

“Like the dead,” he murmured. “’Twould seem that recent activities wore me out.”

“I don’t recall you lacking in stamina,” she returned under her breath.