His swift incursion, thick and deep, made her moan. “Push your tight little cunny against me,” he instructed. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.”
The rawness of his command inflamed her. Panting, she rocked her pelvis back, impaling herself on his long, thick fingers. His dark praise spurred her wanton ride.Your pussy is so greedy. So hungry. Take me even deeper...Desperately, she obeyed, the tension inside her building with each filling thrust, each slap of his palm against her mound. The glittering precipice neared, surges of pleasure propelling her closer and closer.
She gritted her teeth, resisted going over the edge.
His body curved over hers, his breath heating her ear as his fingers drove deep. “What do you want, love? Tell me. Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you.”
“With you, Alaric,” she gasped. “I want to go overwith you.”
In the next instant, she was spun around. He sat her up, her bottom landing on the edge of the desk. She glimpsed the desperate hunger in his gaze the moment before his mouth sealed over hers. His tongue stabbed inside, and she responded with eager abandon, sucking on what he offered, drawing him in deeper.
He took her hand, and her breath stuttered when her fingers wrapped around his hot, pulsing cock. She could barely encircle the thick girth of his shaft, the silky skin a riveting contrast to the iron core.
“Touch me, Emma.” His eyes were hooded and hot. “Like this.”
His hand covered hers, tightening her fist, plunging it from the tip of his member to the root and back again. Aroused beyond anything, she took up the rhythm with reckless delight, tugging on his engorged stalk, rubbing her thumb over the seeping head, desperate to share the wild pleasure with him.
“Christ, sweeting, your hands were made to frig me,” he rasped.
“I like frigging you,” she whispered back. “Like sharing this, together...”
He devoured the rest of her words at the same time that his fingers delved between her thighs, titillating her pearl and driving into her sheath. They panted, straining together toward bliss. She reached the pinnacle first, and he swallowed her cries before shuddering with his own fulfillment, his release lashing hotly over her thighs.
His arms closed around her, and she sagged against him like a rag doll. The sound of their tattered breaths filled the silence. She floated, buoyed by a delicious contentment.
“Don’t deny me, Emma. Don’t push me away.”
Surprise percolated through her languor. Lifting her head from his chest, she saw the stark set of his beautiful face. “I’m not pushing you away.”
“You question my motives. Won’t accept a simple gift. You want to back out of our agreement.”
Despite the mechanical delivery of his words, she glimpsed raw agitation in his eyes. That hint of vulnerability was utterly at odds with the self-assured duke, and it made him... human. He’d said that he didn’t want love, called it a complication—but was it possible that he secretly desired her affection? When he looked at her the way he was doing so now, she felt as if hedidneed her. And that feeling made it difficult to deny him anything.
“I’m not reneging on our bargain. But I do want us to be honest with one another. Trust one another,” she said earnestly.
“I want you, Emma. I’m not letting you go.”
“I want you, too, Alaric.” She cast a pointed look at the desk. “Obviously.”
His expression relaxed a fraction. “Good. Then you’ll marry me.”
“You can’t rush this.” When he stiffened, she cupped his hard jaw and looked in his eyes. “We’ll get there if you give us time.”
“I am there. You’re the one who needs to make up her mind.”
Taking a breath, she said, “I’d get there faster if you told me why you don’t want anyone to know that you’re the secret benefactor of Kent and Associates.”
“Devil take it, you’re as obstinate as a mule.”
She risked a small smile.
His chest heaved. “I’m no benefactor. I owe my brother, and I’m merely making amends.”
“Because you married his intended, you mean?”
He stared at her. “You know about that?”
“Annabel mentioned it awhile back,” she admitted. “She blamed Lady Laura for making trouble between you and Mr. McLeod.”
