“You were so lovely sleeping on me. I didn’t see why I should disturb you. I guess I fell asleep as well.” He sat up, taking her with him and landing her in his lap, straddling him. Gripping her hips, he guided her in a slow roll over his erection.
“Oh!” The sensation was exquisite.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he murmured.
She reluctantly climbed off him and donned her discarded robe. Hart stood as well and buttoned the last few buttons left undone on his falls but left his shirt untucked to cover the bulge in his trousers. He looked so deliciously disheveled in his stocking feet with his vest hanging open. She rose onto her toes and kissed him.
Hart immediately pulled her close. His lips sliding against her in a slow kiss that left her panting for more. “Upstairs,” he growled against her mouth.
Then he took her hand and, spinning her on her heels, he led them across the room. When they opened the door, the three servants visibly startled.
Hart didn’t even pause his stride. “We require breakfast sent up to my room and a hot bath prepared for my wife.”
Lucy sent Helen a small wave and contrite look as Hart tugged her down the corridor and up the main stairs. He didn’t stop until they reached the door to the duchess suite. Then he scooped her up over his good shoulder and strode into the room.
“Hart,” she squeaked. “Why are you manhandling me?”
He tossed her onto the center of the bed. “Time for lesson two.”
She laughed as she bounced on the bed. “Aren’t we having breakfast?” She watched him cross to the door and turn the lock. Then he stalked back to her like a lion prowling toward his prey… and how she wanted him to pounce. His eyes tracked over her as he returned to the bed. Reaching out, he pulled the ties that closed her robe, and with a satisfied grunt, he spread the two sides apart, pushing them off her shoulders.
Lucy grabbed hold of his vest to pull him onto the bed. But he shook his head. Instead, he hooked his hands under her knees, tugging her closer to the edge of the bed. The move forced her onto her back.
“I want to see all of you.” His hands roamed up the length of her legs, slowly pushing the hem of her nightgown up over her thighs, her stomach. When he had almost exposed her breasts, she raised her arms. With a hum of approval, Hart dragged the garment over her head. One of his hands pinned her wrists above her head as the other skimmed down the length of her body, causing her to shiver with anticipation.
Far from self-conscious, Hart made her feel beautiful. Desire turned his eyes molten silver as his gaze roamed over her body. The unadulterated look of craving on his face utterly ruined her.
Lucy squeezed her thighs together as her sex grew wet under his perusal. “What about you?” she panted. “Don’t you need to take off your clothes?”
Again, he shook his head. “Trust me, I don’t need to be unclothed to do what I am craving.” He let go of her wrists and leaned over her to take one of her breasts into his mouth.
The slow pull on her nipple created a quiver of need she felt all the way down at her core. She gripped his hair to keep him in place as he licked and kissed her breast. Lord, this man’s mouth seemed to know exactly how to tease out her pleasure. He continued to flutter kisses down across her stomach, stopping to dip his tongue in her navel, making her jolt at the tickling sensation. Hart raised his head to pin her with his searing gaze. Her crazed giggle died in her throat as he slowly lowered to his knees beside the bed.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, his eyes never leaving hers. With each kiss, she sighed at the soft whisper of his lips against her skin. Then his fingers brushed over the curls at her center. She gasped as his warm breath followed the path. He stared with reverent focus at her sex for a moment. Was he going to touch her like he had last night? She writhed under his gaze. But then his head dipped down, and he licked her, his tongue delving between her folds. Lucy bucked her hips, chasing the sensation his tongue left behind. Hart seemed to know exactly what she needed because he leaned in and repeated the motion with vigor; over and over, he licked her sex.
She couldn’t hold back the mewling sounds of pleasure his ministrations caused. It felt so good. His tongue laved at the small bundle of nerves hidden between her folds, leaving her mindless with the pleasure it wrought. She pulsed her hips up against his mouth,don’t stop, don’t stop.
“Oh, I won’t sweetness, not until you come all over my tongue.”
Had she said that out loud?Again, Hart managed to scramble her thoughts to the point where she wasn’t sure which were internal and which she was letting fall from her lips.
She raked her nails over his scalp. “Please, please,” she panted.
Mindless with the pleasure he wrought right at the center of her as it built to a crescendo. Just like last night, she thought she couldn’t endure another moment of this building pressure. Then the dam broke. She screamed his name as the wave of pleasure crashed through her.
Hart nuzzled her as she came down from her crisis, placing open-mouth kisses along the inside of her thigh. But unlike last night, there was a certain crackling tension radiating from him. He stood and stripped off his trousers and stockings. His shirt fell low over his hips, but it could not hide his erection, which jutted out from the dark hair at its base.
With one hand, he gripped his shaft, long and thick; he squeezed the base for a moment. “Lucy, I need… I need…”
She reached out for him. He climbed onto the bed. Braced over her with his left arm, he sucked in a deep breath. “Lucy, I don’t want to hurt you. But I’ve been told the first time can be uncomfortable for the lady.”
“I don’t mind. I need you, too. Fill me up.”
He groaned, a low rumble in his chest. “You don’t know the things you do to me with that mouth.” Then he leaned down and kissed her.
His mouth was so hot and hungry that she almost didn’t notice the head of his manhood pressing into her. He pulsed in and out in short thrusts that had her spreading her legs farther apart to accommodate him. She was so slick from her arousal that even though his intrusion felt overwhelming, it didn’t hurt. Then Hart’s self-control seemed to break. He thrust inside her like a piston. They both moaned low as his hips met hers. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he drove into her again and again. Her back arched as he pulled her close, and he bent to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.
The indescribable sensations began to build again. Lucy gripped his shoulders. She felt out of control, totally at his mercy. Hart leaned back, and his hand snuck between their bodies. His thumb pressed in firm circles over that magic spot as he thrust inside her.
