The Duke's Wife (The Three Mrs #3) - Jess Michaels Page 0,44

scent, memorizing the feel of his linen shirt against her skin.

His breath hitched, his fingers fumbled for a moment, but he managed to unfasten and draw her dress down, away from her shoulders, down her arms. It bunched at her waist, and for a moment he leaned back to look at her in her chemise.

The intensity of his gaze heated her cheeks and she forced a nervous laugh. “Already disappointed?”

His brow wrinkled. “On the contrary. I’m just trying to pace myself so my eagerness doesn’t make me look like a green boy.”

“Are you so very eager, Your Grace?” she whispered.

He slipped a finger beneath one chemise strap and lowered it to her elbow. He followed the path of it with his lips. “So. Very. Eager.”

He repeated the action on the other side, and suddenly she was naked from the waist up. They leaned back together on the cushions again, and his mouth moved from her shoulder to her collarbone. He traced the line of it with his lips, then lower. When he nudged his cheek against her nipple, she gasped at the faint hint of stubble stroking against the ultrasensitive skin. With a chuckle, he turned his face and blew a gust of warm air there.

She arched, shamelessly seeking more sensation, and he didn’t deny her. He darted out his tongue and touched it to her nipple, the tiniest lick, then harder, harder. And then he sucked her and she shut her eyes. She dug her fingers into his hair, not caring if she mussed him as she held him to her breast and reveled in sensation. He was an expert at pleasure, teasing her with his tongue, with his teeth, sending a pulse of pleasure through her body to settle between her legs.

When she was shaking, when she was a puddle on the settee, only then did he move to her opposite breast, starting all over there as she writhed.

At last, he hooked his hands around her bunched dress and chemise and tugged them lower. She lifted her backside to free herself, and as he pulled the fabric over her hips, she kicked it away.

She was naked, spread out on her settee in front of a roaring fire that cast a glow over her skin. There was no hiding from him now, though she strangely didn’t feel a desire to do so. He looked at her, and it felt…right. Not uncomfortable. If anything, watching his pupils dilate made her arch her back a little further, give him a better view.

“Perfect,” he breathed as he shifted his position.

In the parlor at his home, the last time he’d touched her, he’d knelt on the floor before her, like he wanted to worship at her altar. He did the same now as he dragged his mouth down the slight swell of her belly, across the curve of her hip. The light touch of his lips was like lightning, and it ricocheted through her, sparking every nerve and fiber of her being. She felt like she was floating, like she was glowing.

And then he placed a hand on each thigh and urged her legs apart. Time stopped. She stared down at him, watching as he looked at her sex. He licked his lips and she almost came undone right then and there.

“To the victor go the spoils,” he murmured. “Though I think I might have actually won the prize.”

He lowered his mouth as he said it, and pressed it to her inner thigh. His rough cheek stroked again, this time between her legs, and she let out a sound from her throat that was like nothing she’d ever heard before from her own body. It was like someone had bottled her need and her loneliness and her desire and then uncorked it after all this time.

Nathan drank it like it was fine wine. He peeled her open, massaging gently as she lifted to him. She forced her eyes open and watched, breathless as he finally put his mouth against her sex. His tongue traced her slit, gently at the first swipe, harder with the second. She dug her hands into his hair again and ground against him helplessly as he chuckled against her flesh.

“Oh yes,” he murmured. “This is going to be fun.”

He didn’t speak again. He simply dove into pleasuring her with the enthusiasm of a man who truly loved what he was doing. Back and forth, he stroked his tongue across her length, swiping her clean of the evidence of her