The Unexpected Duchess (Playful Brides #1)(81)

Lucy was mindless with wanting. She didn’t know exactly what he meant but she desperately wanted to find out. She murmured her belief. “Mmm. Hmm. Is that a promise?”

He nipped at the sensitive peak of her breast. “Don’t challenge me.”

“But I love to challenge you,” she gasped, her head thrown back.

She felt his smile against her belly. “Let’s do twenty ways to make you feel good. Shall we? I’ll start with one of the best.”

Lucy shivered. The scrape of his stubbled chin against the soft skin of her abdomen made her jump. Oh God, where was he going?

“I could make you come just like this,” he repeated, still torturing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “But I’m going to do something even better.”

Lucy didn’t have long to contemplate what something even better was before Derek’s hot breath hovered just above the juncture of her thighs. Oh, God. He was going to … Oh God, yes! The tip of his tongue dipped into the cleft between her legs, and Lucy shuddered. Her entire body clamped together and trembled. His hands moved down to cup her hips, holding her steady, mastering her.

Derek knew when the tension left her legs. It was around the third deep lick. The feel, the heat, the taste of her made him insane. His hips moved unconsciously against the mattress, mimicking the movement of thrusting into her. He wanted her so badly, couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this consumed with lust. But this was Lucy’s first time. She might be a hellcat outside bed, might tease him, tempt him, and torment him, but she was a virgin, still, and he couldn’t just take her with the swiftness with which he longed to. No, he had to make this completely unforgettable for her. After all, he wanted her to come back for more. He smiled at his own thought.

His tongue traced the soft pink edges of her. And he nudged her most sensitive spot with the tip of his tongue, again, again. Lucy’s hips nearly bucked off the bed. His mouth followed her, claimed her, refused to retreat. He was holding her wrists now, had them pinned at her sides next to her hips. She struggled to pull her hands away from his strong grasp, but he didn’t allow it. “Easy,” he murmured against her intoxicating curls.

“I want to touch you,” she moaned, trying again to free her wrists from his grasp.

“Love, if you touched me right now, I’d explode.”

She bit her lip and shuddered again. “I want to make you explode.”

He smiled against the warm flesh of her thigh. “You first.” His tongue plunged back into her cleft, mercilessly swiping against the hot wet flesh. Once, twice. He swirled his tongue against the little nub of sensation that he knew would take her where he wanted her to go. Her breasts were heaving against the sheets, the sensitized nipples being rubbed raw by the soft linen. Everything that touched her skin was a torture, a torture leading to that apex between her legs where all sensation was concentrated at the moment. Her hips tensed. She lightly squeezed his head with her knees while her hips moved in an unconscious rhythm along with his torturous licks. He kept up the stroking with his tongue again, again, again, until Lucy’s feet arched off the bed. Her hips bucked, and the most powerful sensation of her life rocketed through her. She let out a keening cry while the feeling burst through her in an explosive moment that left her shimmering and shivering, hot waves of lust and amazement rolling through her entire satisfied body.

Derek held her while the rhythmic shudders coursed through her. Then he wiped the tears away from her eyes and pushed the sweaty bits of hair off her forehead. He nudged his nose against hers and kissed her full on the mouth. “How was it?” He stared into her dazed eyes.

A catlike smile spread across her gorgeous face. “I’ve never felt anything like that, ever.”

He kissed her smooth shoulder. “I’m glad to hear that.”

She playfully slapped at his shoulder. She was still breathing heavily, panting. “I’m serious, Derek. I never knew that existed. If I’d had any idea that you were capable of … that, I’d have kissed you instead of arguing with you the first night I met you.”

He let out a sharp crack of laughter. “Now, that I highly doubt.”

“Truly,” she said, wiping the back of her hand across her forehead. “That was simply amazing.”

He grinned from ear to ear.

Lucy widened her eyes at him. “Oh, no. Now I’ve fed your arrogance.”

“What? A man can’t bask in the glow of admiration for his lovemaking?”

She bit her lip, already preoccupied with something else. “Derek, would you … do you want me to do that to you?” she asked a bit shyly. She ducked her head under the covers, revealing only her eyes, and blinked at him.

Derek shuddered. “Oh, God, Lucy. I don’t think I could live through it if you did that to me, now. Someday? Hell yes. But tonight I just want to make it special for you.”

He rolled atop her and she threaded her arms around his neck. “I want you to make me yours, Derek. In every way.”

He kissed her again, deeply. He pushed his knee between her legs, his probing heat slid between her thighs searching for her wet warmth. He kissed her eyelids, her cheekbones, her ear, her neck. “I’m sorry, love,” he murmured just before he slipped into her, burying himself to the hilt.

Lucy gasped lightly at the invasion, but the sharp pinch was over quickly. The pained look on Derek’s face was much worse than the discomfort she’d felt. “Don’t look so upset,” she said, kissing his cheek.