Page 38 of My January Duke


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He hissed out a curse. “All right?”

“Yes.” It was true. Her body was already getting used to the new sensation, the fullness, the incredible connection, and a delicious liquid warmth was flooding her body. Emboldened,she arched her back, and the sudden change of angle was a shocking improvement. Little shivers of pleasure tickled her limbs as he slid in a fraction more, and she clenched around him automatically.

“Fuck,” he panted, sounding a little dazed. “That’s—Just . . . hold still a minute. “You need a minute to get used to?—”

Her body relaxed fully, softening and melting, and he let out a strained sound, half laugh, half curse as he slid in right to the hilt. Her inner muscles fluttered.

“Unghhh. God. Thefeelof you. God, you were made for me.” He sounded almost delirious and Liv bit back a delighted smile. She was doing this to him! Scrambling his brain and making him feel good. Making him forget everything but the two of them.

“Hold on, love. I can make this good for you. But I have to move.”

He pulled back, sliding out of her almost to the tip, then pushed back in, and the sensation made her innards clench in pleasure. “Oh!”

He did it again, and again, each time an easier glide, and the delicious friction made her bite her lip. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he increased the pace, burying her face into the strong muscles of his neck, and his thrusts became a little more urgent.

“Come for me, Liv. Can you do that, sweet girl?” He slid his arm under her knee, angling her leg up around his hip, and suddenly the angle wasperfect. Each stroke hit that elusive, maddening spot inside her, and she threw her head back, moving against him, straining to reach the glimmering peak just out of reach.

And then the darkness exploded with colors. Her inner muscles clenched and released in a glorious heart-pounding flood of ecstasy.

Dev seemed almost as delirious. He surged against her, muscles rippling, but with one final, frantic thrust he withdrew from her body and fell to her side, his whole body shaking and shuddering in what was presumably the male version of the incredible earthquake she’d just experienced.

Liv could barely catch a breath. Her entire body felt glowing, weightless, and she flattened her hand on her chest with a stunned little laugh, trying to still the pounding beating of her heart.

“Devlin Hamilton! I think you just killed me.”

His weary chuckle rumbled against her ear. “Only a little death. You’ll be right as rain in no time.”

She bit back a grin, elation and giddy happiness threatening to burst out of her. “You’re not supposed to mention the rain,” she reminded him pertly. “This was supposed to be a distraction.”

As if on cue, another blue-white flash of lightning illuminated the bed, and she caught the glint of his sleepy smile before it faded. A few seconds later the thunder rumbled.

“I think the storm is getting further away. Are you feeling any better?”

Dev’s fingers touched her cheek, then traced the line of her nose. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good.”

Chapter Twenty-One

It took several moments for Liv’s heart to stop racing, and just as her skin started to cool Dev’s arm curved around her. He pulled her onto his body, her back to his front, curling around her as he used his other arm to drag the coverlet over them both.

Liv stared into the semi-darkness, unable to keep the incredulous smile from her face. Dev hadn’t been lying when he said there’d be passion between them, and she could hardly believe that she was here, naked in bed with him. A virgin no more.

His nose nuzzled her nape, and he pressed a soft kiss to her bare shoulder, but his voice when it came was low. Serious.

“Did I hurt you, Liv?”

She shook her head. “No. Not at all. I promise.”

“Next time, we’ll go slower.”

“You want there to be a ‘next time’?” She’d tried to sound arch, but it came out more hopeful than anything else.

His rumble of laughter tickled her neck. “I want a thousand ‘next times.’”

Her heart gave a delighted little flip. “You do?”

“Maybe more than a thousand,” he admitted softly. “To do all the things I’ve dreamed of showing you.”

“For example?” she teased.