“I’m choosing bold, rather than polite.” She further pinned him down by climbing onto his lap. “And I have recently learned, on excellent authority, that améridienneis made for repose.”
“Is it, now? How fortunate I happen to have one,” he observed. “Are you warm enough to remove your shift?”
“Yes,” she replied with a smile in her voice. “And I’ll remain quite warm as long as you stay beneath me.”
“Am I to stay beneath you?”
She answered in a sound that was an affirmative. Then, she pulled the garment over her head. Unclothed at last, she wrapped her arms around his neck with a motion so fluid, so full of sensual promise, he lost the ability to comment. There would be time for words later. Time for explanations. For rationalizations and reasons.
Now was the time for experience. For embracing the moment.
Embracing the darkness.
She tucked her legs around his thighs. He growled beneath the consummate torture of her naked weight. He should have been shocked, but breathless anticipation obliterated all dismay.
She draped herself over his chest with a sigh that emanated from deep within her body. The sound undid him. He crushed her to him and claimed her mouth. Rather than yielding, she ignited. Her hands found his hair, gripping painfully.
He didn’t care.
He was, once again, fully alive.
Cherishing the sting, he kissed her face with an intensity that matched the blood rushing through his veins.
She paused to suck in a desperate breath. “What are you doing to me, Godric?”
“What amIdoing toyou?” She was a comet, a celestial event stunning in brilliance—and one, he hoped, that would return again and again. “You—youhave cast cosmic sorcery on me.”
“Yes,” she sighed into his mouth. “Yes, I think I have. Ihavecast a spell. And you are helpless now. You must pleasure me.”
She positioned his cock between her legs and, without taking his cock inside, used her body to caress his length. Thrill shot through his groin. He couldn’t move—not without dislodging her, so he gave himself over to long, slick moments of halted breath torture.
She was the only thing he wanted. And he was willing to do anything to have her, even follow where she led...and lay utterly at her mercy while she used him for her pleasure.
Keeping his cock outside her body, she ground down again and again, until she found her release with barely any help from him. Her body shook slightly, then, she collapsed against his chest and sighed.
“My duke...at midnight.”
Well, then.She’d shown him she knew what to do with a tool.
And she wasn’t finished.
She cupped his face, tracing the line of his chin, down his throat, as if she were learning his shape by feel. She leaned in to capture his lips; her breasts crushed against his chest.
Delicious weight.
Lush, feminine scent.
Heady seduction.
“Minx,” he whispered.
“Complaining,duke? You sound”—she kissed him deeply— “as if,” she took a breath, “you are complaining.”
“Not in the least. Complaining isyouroffice.”
She tightened her thighs.
“If that was meant as a punishment, you utterly failed in the task.”
