A Duke in Time (The Widow Rules #1) - Janna MacGregor Page 0,103

their kiss, she led him down the private hall. They stopped once as if they needed their kiss to keep going. Eventually, they entered her private sanctuary, a perfect hideaway for them. Without breaking their embrace, she reached behind her and locked the door.

It was the room she’d created for her customers to visit when they were deciding on how to redecorate their bedrooms. A bed stood on a round pedestal dais in the center of the room. Soft candlelight flickered from all sides. It was the very embodiment of romance.

By then, he’d managed to lose his coat, waistcoat, and shirt somewhere between the office and the bedroom. She was no better. Her dress had fallen off her shoulders and rested on her waist. Her stays were nowhere to be seen. With greedy hands, he continued pushing the gown and chemise down her hips.

“What do you think about this bed?” She gasped slightly.

“What bed?” he asked, between the licks and suckles he administered to her hardened nipple, “I’ll die if I don’t have you. You’re all I think about.” He kissed the other neglected nipple then took her breasts in both hands as he studied her body. “You deserve to have a man’s complete attention only on you. And I’m going to be the man that gives it to you.”

She whimpered at the words.

He was worse than dangerous.

He was devastating when he said things like that.

She wanted to tell him how romantic he was, but she didn’t want to argue. Not now. So she glanced down. Never had she seen such an erotic sight. His large hands held her breasts as he rubbed his thumbs over her taut nipples.

“God, you’re so incredibly beautiful,” he whispered, then kissed her again. He trailed his tongue down her neck.

The sensation sent her senses careening. She was wet—achingly wet for him. She should be hesitant, but all she could think about was having him again. By now, they both were naked. Without any hint she was a burden, Christian swept her in his arms, then gently laid her on the bed.

Just as in her dreams, he loomed over her with a labored breath that perfectly matched her own. As their chests rose and fell together in a rhythm they’d created together, they stared at each other. They were carefully balanced on a precipice. One false move by either of them could spell disaster. She could die of a broken heart, and he might go through life alone.

His gaze never left hers as he swept her hair behind her ear while his fingers moved across her cheek. He brushed his nose against hers, then pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I want to make this pleasurable for you without any pain.”

“I’m ready,” she whispered.

He lowered his body until his chest was against hers. He rocked gently back and forth, his nipples teasing hers. After a moment, he lifted his body from hers and rested on one elbow. He skated his other hand down her body, learning every curve, every dip, every piece of her, inside and out. That was the only way to describe their lovemaking. Anything he asked of her today, she’d gladly give him as long as he continued to look at her the way he was now—like a starving man.

And she was the only sustenance he required.

She whimpered slightly at the change in tempo of their coupling. He turned his attention back to her nipples. They were so hard and puckered that they ached for his touch. All Katherine could do was tilt her hips toward his in a show of need. She was desperate to have him inside her.

But Christian didn’t rush. He murmured her name as his hand crept lower, then even lower.

Her skin tingled in anticipation. “Please,” she begged.

Finally, he touched her center, the one that demanded he attend to it.

She hissed when he stroked her most private part.

“Too much?” he asked, withdrawing his hand.

She grabbed his hand and held it to her. With her other hand, she stroked his cock, hard and thick. “Not enough.”

He groaned in answer and thrust his cock harder against her palm. In response, she rubbed her thumb over the velvety crown, spreading his leaked essence over it. Then she brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked.

He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply before he opened them. It thrilled her deep to her core, the heart of her, to know that she affected him so. He wasn’t always the one in control