Page 61 of The Duke Identity


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He folded her fingers firmly around his turgid shaft.

“Like this,” he muttered.

They lay on their sides facing one another, and he taught her how to touch him. The pace and pressure he liked. How to squeeze the tip of his member and bring her fist all the way down to the root. The act of pleasuring him, of pumping his hard cock, feeling that supple slide of skin over the rigid core, made her dizzy with desire. He reached between her thighs, and she moaned as she felt herself drenching his fingers.

“Keep frigging me,” he rasped. “I’ll pet your pussy, and we’ll see who comes first.”

His wicked challenge set her aflame. She grasped his cock tighter, and it pulsed, a spurt of slickness easing the drag of her fist. Their mouths collided in a hot, hungry tangle of tongues. Her thighs tightened as she felt his long finger slide down her swollen cleft, circling the place where she ached to be filled.

“Please,” she whimpered.

She felt him nudge deeper, deeper yet, and then his finger was inside her, and her muscles clenched on the unfamiliar yet exquisite sensation.

“Goddamn, you’re small. Tight,” he said hoarsely. “Does it hurt, love?”

“No,” she moaned. “Do itmore.”

With a sound that was part-groan, part-laugh, he obliged. His finger thrust deeper and deeper, and she panted as the tension in her coiled tighter and tighter. Then his thumb circled her pearl as he simultaneously caressed some high, transcendent place inside, and she catapulted over pleasure’s edge.

“So bloodysweet,” he growled. “Ah, God, you’re going to take me with you…”

His hand trapped hers against his cock. His hips surged upward, and, even floating and boneless, she realized how much he’d held back. Now he unleashed his passion, driving his huge erection into their combined grasp. With each powerful shove, her pussy clenched.

Then his mighty body tensed. His shaft burgeoned, straining the limits of her hold. With a groan that sounded like mountains moving, he climaxed. Her breath held as he shuddered, load after load of creamy heat shooting from his cock, splattering his lean belly and drenching her palm.

He collapsed onto his back, dragging her on top of him.

With her cheek pressed against his thundering heart, a thought occurred to her. She giggled.

“What’s so amusing, sprite?” his voice rumbled.

She raised herself up to look into his sated eyes. “Since I came first, Ifinallybeat you at something!”

His roar of laughter was her reward.

18

Bennett was waitingfor her outside the breakfast room at eight o’ clock the next morning. Despite the fact that he’d gotten little sleep, he was the picture of male vitality. His dark hair gleamed, his strong jaw was freshly shaven. Dressed in his usual stark attire, he was wearing the boots she’d given him. He was beyond handsome, every inch a gentleman. And having felt every inch of that big, hard body against hers just a few hours ago, she felt a quiver in her belly.

“Good morning, Miss Todd. I trust you slept well?”

At the primal gleam behind his spectacles, which matched not at all with his polite enquiry, Tessa tried unsuccessfully to fight down a blush. “Quite well, thank you. And you?”

“Like the dead,” he murmured. “’Twould seem that recent activities wore me out.”

“I don’t recall you lacking in stamina,” she returned under her breath.

For her daring, she got a twitch of his lips. After teaching her how to pleasure him, he’d given her a third climax before sending her back to her room. In fact, he’d absorbed her senses so completely that she’d forgotten all about the hellfire until she was alone again. Which was why she’d sent a note this morning, letting him know she’d be down earlier than usual.

“We have to talk.” Casting a glance down the empty hallway, she said in a hush, “About you-know-what.”

Some of the humor faded from his eyes. She was learning to read his emotions better, and the deepening grooves around his mouth told her that hehaddiscovered something.

“Bennett, you promised you would keep me apprised—”

The rattle of an approaching cart cut her off.

“Not here,” Bennett muttered, opening the door. “We’ll talk inside.”