The Duke's Wife (The Three Mrs #3) - Jess Michaels Page 0,45

desire, renewing it with every touch. He held her hips steady as he began to focus more on her clitoris, sucking then retreating, sucking longer and then he was gone again.

She rolled her head against the settee cushion, fingers clenching and releasing against his scalp. He sucked in earnest now, rolling his tongue around her clitoris, every tiny groan vibrating through her and making her vision blur.

She felt the orgasm coming. She ground against him to find it faster, to make it harder. They had one shared goal now, her pleasure, and he seemed determined to take her there. The cliff edged neared and she reached for it, reached for it.

And then she fell. Waves of pleasure ripped through her, and her hips flailed out of control, even as he held her steady with one hand. With the other, he breached her with a finger, and she gripped it with every pulsating surge. He never stopped tormenting her, sucking and licking as tears streamed down her face and her body went limp, at last, against the settee.

He lifted his head, and for a moment all was still and quiet. She flopped a forearm over her face. She’d touched herself, of course. She knew how to give herself pleasure with her own hand, but she had forgotten how powerful it was to have another person do it. To have someone want to make her shake, to make her cry out. And certainly her husband had never done it so well as Nathan just had.

There was a light tap against her arm, and then he lifted it gently and peeked beneath.

His chin was slick with her release, his lips red from pleasuring her. She lowered her arm and cupped the back of his neck, drawing him to her so she could kiss him deeply. She tasted herself on his mouth, sweet and salty, earthy.

When they parted, she shook her head. “My God.”

He gave a half-smile, arrogant and proud. “Happy to oblige, my dear.”

She giggled despite herself and swatted him on the arm. “Please tell me that you’re not going to be even more insufferable than usual.”

“I absolutely intend to be,” he said. “Now that I know how beautiful you are when you fall over the edge of pleasure, I’m going to congratulate myself about it five times a day.”

She smiled again as she reached out and traced the line of his forearm, her palm tickled by the faint smattering of hair there. She bit her lip. “It seems only fair to even the score, doesn’t it?” She glanced at his trousers, where the bulge of his erection pressed against the fabric.

He followed the line of her stare and smiled. “You won a prize today for a wager and I always pay promptly and fully. This…” He caught her hand and pressed it to his cock through his trousers. It twitched, and she sucked in a breath. “…will keep.”

He leaned in, bracing his hands on the pillow behind her head. He kissed her once more and then shoved to his feet. She stared, utterly confused by his…was it a rejection? Not exactly; after all, he had just rocked her entire being to its core. And she could see he wanted her, so it wasn’t that.

But he was just going to…walk away?

She stood on unsteady legs, tugging her chemise free of her gown as she did so. She slid it over her head and watched as he moved to the mirror over her fireplace. He fixed himself, smoothing hair made wild by her fingertips. He looked almost a proper duke again when he was finished. Only she knew the truth.

“Here, let me help you,” he said.

She stepped into her dress, and he motioned her to turn around. He fastened her with the same efficiency he had made her come undone. She might have thought him completely unmoved but that he leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to the side of her neck. He sucked gently, and she found herself leaning back against his chest, ready to start all over again.

“You are a temptation,” he grunted, his voice thick. He stepped away and began to unroll his sleeves, refastening his cufflinks before he put his jacket back on. “But one I must resist just a while longer.”

She nodded and hoped she looked as nonchalant as he did. “What are your plans this evening?”

He unlocked the door and they walked out together, back down the hall toward the foyer where he signaled for his carriage.