Duke of Disrepute (Dukes of Distinction #3) - Alexa Aston Page 0,59

She drew in a quick breath and he noticed her breathing more rapidly now.

With his years of practice, he gently coaxed her lips apart and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Elise stiffened in his arms and then tried to pull away. When he continued to hold her next to him, she broke the kiss.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her tone accusatory.

“Kissing you.”

“Like that?”

He smiled. “Like that.”

“That’s allowed?”

“Anything is allowed between a man and a woman, as long as they both consent.”

She frowned. “I don’t give mine.”

“Ruthersby never kissed you like that?”

“No. Never,” she said firmly.

“Could we at least try?” he pleaded. “It is a very pleasurable way to kiss.” When doubt flickered in her eyes, he said, “Trust me. You said I am the expert. If you try it and don’t like it, we can stop.”

“Truly?”

He nodded.

“All right,” she agreed.

Weston lowered his mouth to hers again and kissed her for a few minutes, trying to persuade her to relax again. Then he used the tip of his tongue to outline her mouth. She didn’t pull away in protest so he continued. He urged her to open to him and she did, though he felt her tense again. Going slowly, he stroked her tongue with his, teasing her. Her hands, which had clutched his shoulders, slid to his chest.

Breaking the kiss, he asked, “Can you feel my heart beating?”

“Yes. It’s very fast.”

“That’s because of you.”

He swept her into his arms and carried her to a large chair in the corner. After he sat, she squirmed, her beautifully rounded bottom teasing him.

“Elise. Be still,” he commanded.

She stopped moving.

Weston returned to kissing her. Soon, she was making beautiful little noises in her throat, which told him she was enjoying herself. He certainly was. He couldn’t remember the last woman he’d taken such time with. He couldn’t remember any woman. Just Elise. Here. Now.

“Kiss me back,” he murmured against her mouth and was pleased when she began mimicking his actions. She learned quickly and, soon, his body heated, the blood rushing to his ears, swooshing as loud as waves crashing against the rocks. He broke the kiss and let his lips move against her throat, nipping and licking it, delighting in her coos and moans. Her pulse beat wildly against his tongue. He thought of other places he’d like to taste and began to grow hard.

This wasn’t about him, though. It was about her. Teaching her to kiss and learning about her body. He had an image of Elise and Ruthersby making love in the dark, fully clothed, and imagined that was fairly accurate. This woman deserved so much more than what she had been given.

Weston’s mouth returned to hers except, this time, one hand cupped her breast. She sighed and he began squeezing it gently, dragging his nail across the nipple. She moaned into his mouth.

God, he wanted more. Just a little more. A small taste.

He kissed his way down her throat again to the curve of one breast and allowed his tongue to follow that curve. Her skin was slightly salty and like velvet against his tongue. Pushing her gown down, he lifted a breast from her corset and suckled it. His teeth grazed her nipple, causing her back to arch. He kissed and laved and wanted more. He couldn’t let his desire cloud his judgment, though.

Removing his mouth, he pulled her gown into place and kissed his way back up to her swollen mouth. She now kissed him hungrily and he knew desire rose within her. Knew he had put it there. He smiled against her mouth and then broke the kiss. Her eyes remained closed a moment longer and she sighed aloud.

“That was an excellent first session,” he praised. “You are an apt pupil, my lady.”

She blinked several times. “I had no idea. No idea at all, Weston. It was like having a candle lit after spending my entire life in the dark.”

He kissed her again, long and slow. “You now know a little about kissing.”

“A little?” she snorted. “How much more could there be? Why, you even kissed . . .” Her voice trailed off and her color rose.

“Your breast. Yes, I did. I wouldn’t advise you to allow any of your suitors to do so, however.”

“Then why did you?” she demanded softly, her eyes studying him anew.

“I wanted you to see that there are different ways to kiss besides on your mouth.”

“Where else?” she asked.

He chuckled. “That is for later.” He stood, bringing her to her