“This feels too intimate for Felicity,” she said softly.
“Lissy,” he murmured over her lips, his thumb grazing a tortuous path over her nipple.
Oh. Felicity really liked that—the pet name, that is. Well, she also quite liked the nipple rubbing. But no one had ever called her that name before. It was something just between them. Theirs.
She gave his bottom lip a light, playful nip. “Does my boldness surprise you?”
“It’s not how I would expect someone rather inexperienced to act,” he admitted, leaning back to meet her gaze, a smile curving his lips. “Though from the night you arrived, it’s been clear you are nothing if not confident—sure—in pursuing what you want.”
She winged an eyebrow. “Lucky then, that what I want is you.”
His lips split into a crooked grin. Blast and damn, the man’s smile was made to stop hearts from beating. She couldn’t think of anything better than spending the rest of her days coaxing smiles from her reserved duke. She rocked her hips against him, glorying in the feel of his hardness pressed against her.
“Plus, my best friend is somewhat of a light skirt—those skirts lift so easily I’m not sure why she wears them at all—and may have given me some advice.” She sent him a saucy little wink. “Advice I very much plan to put into practice.”
He chuckled and ducked in to kiss her as his hand trailed down her side to settle on her hip. “I must admit, I quite like you taking charge, demanding what you want. It’s a juxtaposition to how you present yourself. Demure, charming, and chaste; yet it feels like you are the one who is going to defile me.” His hand tightened on her hip, and his body trembled, as though his words were too heady a fantasy.
Mmmm. Yes, defiling him sounded excellent. “That works out well, because I haveideasfor you, Duke.”
He let out a low groan. “The way you call me Duke sounds nothing short of sinful.”
Her lips curled against his. “Well, in that case. Enough chatter. Bed, Duke. Now.”
“Bloody fucking hell. You really do want to kill me.”
Then she tugged him toward the bed, looking back over her shoulder. “No, Ash. I really want tofuckyou.”
He growled, and his hands shot to her waist, shoving her back until her bottom hit her mattress. He lifted her, tossing her atop it effortlessly. Her toes curled, her muscles going instantly taut. Lord, his lean strength set her aflame.
He stepped between her thighs, his gaze locked on her bouncing breasts. She gave an extra wiggle. “If you’re going to stare that hard, Duke, might as well touch them. They ache for you.”
Ash cursed under his breath, but his hands didn’t leave her hips.
Instead, he leaned forward, his lips a hairsbreadth from hers. “Where do you ache, love?”
Her heart stumbled at the endearment. So close to hearing that word as she truly wanted.
“My breasts, my nipples. I need your hands on me.” She closed the distance and captured his lips with her own, flicking her tongue against his bottom lip. A soft growl rumbled deep in her chest. “Yesterday,” she added.
His low chuckled puffed over her lips. “As you wish.”
His mouth landed back on hers, and his hands went straight to her breasts. She was immediately assaulted by the wicked flick of his thumbs and sinful glide of his tongue. Hers tangled with his, and the way he expertly devoured her had her eyes rolling back, her hips canting in rhythm with every slide of his tongue, desperate for all the ways he could thrust into her.
She broke away, panting, and her head fell back. “Yes, this is what I want, Ash.”
His mouth landed hungrily on her neck, and he hummed into her skin, his breath a warm silky agreement. Every tug on her nipples sent a shock directly to her core, had her moans catching in her throat. Blood surged through her veins, pooling between her thighs, throbbing, aching, needy. Everything she’d ever wanted hovered right above her. And her body, her heart, her soul knew. And it neededmore.
Her legs came up around his hips, and she crossed them behind his firm arse. He was going too slow for her. She tugged him closer to her. More aggressively than she had intended, and they toppled backward with a laugh. One of his hands fell to the bed and the other snaked around her back, securing her against his chest and preventing them from collapsing into the mattress. His lips curved against hers, though he never broke their kiss.
But then both their mouths went slack, their shared breaths hitching. The change in the angle from their fall was a blessing, a delicious, pleasurable blessing. Because his cock slipped between her legs. She didn’t even care that a light pain twinged in her back from where his arm pressed against her bruise. She ground against him, needing relief from the pulsing pressure building between her thighs, needing him to fill her in a way that she knew no other man could.
He moaned into her mouth, and the crown of his cock rubbed her in teasing circles, circles that stirred velvet heat in her core. He slipped over her, each glide setting fire to her core, causing her thighs to clench tight around him, her hips to tilt toward him. Her body needed him like he was elemental to her being.
Her heart hammered violently, filling her chest with an indescribable blissful agony. Bliss at finally—finally—being granted the shadow of love she’d forever been chasing. Agony from the fragile uncertainty of that love, the knowledge that she still had so much fighting left to do to knock down this man’s barriers. And she wouldn’t stop until she obliterated them.
“Fuck, Lissy. You’re so wet for me, and I’ve barely touched you.”
“You always get me wet,” she said with a pant. “Every time I touch myself, I think of you. It’s like my body knows it’s finally getting what it’s always longed for.”
