She released her hold on his cock and did as he asked, grasping her voluminous navy skirts to her waist. He was treated to the decadent sight of her deliciously curved calves encased in silk stockings above her embroidered boots, a lacy, almost transparent pair of drawers clinging to her luscious thighs above, trimmed in ribbons. But what he wanted to see most remained hidden by the spurious fabric.
“Wider,” he said. “I want to see you.”
Wordlessly, she obeyed, her legs parting more fully, the split in her drawers gaping to reveal the glistening pink heart of her. Her scent, musky and feminine, blended with roses and violets, thoroughly intoxicating. He wanted to bury his face between herlegs and lick her until she came. But he also wanted to sink his cock inside her and fuck her until they both came.
A dilemma.
His head was filled with fire and few thoughts. Words, reasoning, ration…beyond him, all of it. There was only action. Seizing. Claiming. If he only had her once, he wanted to know what she tasted like.
Brandon dropped to his knees, hands framing her hips, and took her clitoris in his mouth, sucking hard.
The sound of her breath fleeing her lungs gratified him, but not as much as the needy tip of her hips as she thrust herself more firmly into his face. Yes, this was what he needed. Although, in a different time and space, he’d have preferred her to sit on his face so that he could recline and fully enjoy devouring her. This, however, would have to suffice.
He laved her with his tongue, licking up and down her seam, then found her entrance and delved deep into the honeyed recesses he was about to fill with his aching cock. She writhed and said his name, and he rewarded her by returning to her swollen bud, licking and sucking with renewed abandon until she stiffened and cried out, shuddering against his mouth as she reached her pinnacle. Damn, he loved the way she tasted. He could lose himself in nothing more than pleasuring her with his mouth.
But his rampaging cock had other ideas.
Swiftly he rose to his feet, licking his wet lips to savor her as he grasped his cock, rubbing himself up and down her folds until he was coated in her dew. He took a moment to drink in the sight of Lottie on his desk, sated and lost in her passion, her customary thorns momentarily stripped. Her head was back, her eyes heavy-lidded and glazed with passion, her cheeks flushed.
“Inside me,” she demanded.
And she didn’t have to tell him twice. Brandon aligned himself with her center. She released her hems to grasp his shoulders, but it didn’t matter. His body was holding them in place now. He cupped her nape and took her mouth in a fiery kiss, feeding her the taste of herself on his tongue as he sank inside her body with one swift thrust.
And sweet Lord, it was glorious.
She was snug, wrapped around him in pulsing heat, her legs locked about his waist. For a moment, he could do nothing more than remain as he was, consumed by the sheer bliss of being planted deep within her. He wished he had a mirror properly positioned so that he could have the pleasure of watching as he fucked her, their bodies moving rhythmically together.
But there was no mirror, only the two of them, their bodies one, her breasts surging into his chest, their mouths fused. Needing to move, he withdrew almost entirely, still kissing her, their lips never parting, before sliding deep. Slowly, he began a rhythm that was agonizing and yet incredible, savoring the warm glide of his cock in and out of her grasping sheath.
Slowly enough to torture them both.
Lottie apparently grew impatient.
She tore her lips from his as he pumped into her with agonizing care. “Faster, Brandon,” she demanded, breathless.
But the more she wanted him to hasten his pace, the more he, perversely, wanted to take his time. To pleasure her slowly, until they were both delirious with wanting. He buried his face in her throat, inhaling deeply of her scent, finding her racing pulse with his tongue.
“Damn you,” she ground out, her nails biting into his shoulders. “More.”
He chuckled and kissed his way to her ear. “Patience, sweet Lottie.”
Then he slid his hand to the place where they were joined, his fingers finding her pearl and teasing her until she bucked and gasped, shuddering around him as she climaxed again. But he wasn’t finished. Not until he wrung every drop of pleasure from her that he possibly could. He licked the hollow behind her ear, plunging deeper now, faster, her cunny so slippery that the wet sounds of their lovemaking echoed around them. Somehow, her head slipped to his shoulder, and he felt the mark of her teeth through his coat and shirtsleeves.
He bit her earlobe and pinched her clitoris at the same time, and she gave a little scream, shaking against him as she tightened on his cock with so much force, she almost pushed him from her body. He continued keeping her pearl in his hold, feeling it throb between his forefinger and thumb for just another moment until he released her finally. Surging in and out, he pressed his face to her temple, fucking her hard and deep and then, at the last moment, forcing himself to withdraw, shooting creamy ropes of spend all over her silk drawers.
Blood rushing in his ears, his vision speckled with black stars from the force of his release, Brandon collapsed against Lottie and the desk, breathing harsh, heart pounding. Belatedly, he realized that his shoes were soaked through and there was a puddle on his carpet. But he didn’t give a damn.
Because for the moment, he had her pliant and warm in his arms, and everything in his tumultuous world felt inexplicably—if fleetingly—right.
CHAPTER 9
Lottie had bedded the Duke of Brandon.
No, that wasn’t true. Not precisely. Rather, she had rutted with him on his study desk like a common doxy. After which, she finally had gathered her wits and slid from the waterlogged correspondence-strewn surface, shaking her skirts back into order. They had fallen around her, perfectly in place, yet hopelessly wrinkled from their frantic coupling.
“Thank you for tending to my hands, Your Grace,” she had managed. “Good day.”
“Lottie,” he had called after her, tucking his spent cock back into his trousers.
