The Duke's Wife (The Three Mrs #3) - Jess Michaels Page 0,64

leaned in to kiss him. “So do I. So let’s celebrate.”

Chapter 17

Nathan kissed her briefly, but Abigail was surprised when he pulled back almost immediately. He placed a hand on her shoulder and urged her onto her back. She followed that silent order and rested back her elbows to watch him. He placed a hand on each thigh and she shivered at that intimate touch. When he gently pressed, she opened to him and he let out a great, almost relieved sigh.

“So pretty,” he murmured before he extended a trembling finger and stroked it across her sex.

She sucked in a breath at the jolt of sensation the press of flesh on flesh created. It was a remarkable thing, for he had touched her like this before but it still felt new and exciting and wonderful. She wanted more and at last she was going to get it.

But he seemed in no hurry to possess her. He stroked that same finger back and forth across her entrance, smiling as she arched against him. And when she thought she might go mad from the teasing, he bent his head and licked her.

The garbled cry that escaped her lips was hardly human. She gripped the coverlet in her fists, turning her face into her shoulder as he pleasured her. And oh, he did pleasure her. He sucked her clitoris, he swirled the tip of his tongue around it, he groaned against her wet sex like this was as much a pleasure for him as it was for her. Her hips rose to meet him. He cupped them in both hands, his fingers digging against her flesh as they spiraled together toward shattering climax.

When she reached it, she cried out his name, no longer caring if the household heard it. He continued to suck and tease her through the ceaseless waves of pleasure, and it was only when she flopped back against the bed, panting with pleasure, that he lifted his head from between her legs and smiled. His lips were slick with her release, his eyes bright with triumph and desire.

She stared at him in wonder. So often he looked every inch the proper duke. Certainly he had looked so today when she entered the church and looked down the aisle to him. He was serious and pulled together and sometimes even stern. She had seen a glimpse in the last few weeks of something beyond that external presentation.

He teased, he wagered, he laughed. He drew her in with all those things, no matter how hard she fought the tide. And when he touched her, it was like she dropped yet another level deeper. Now, in the privacy of their bedchamber, he looked like a wicked rake, celebrating a conquest. He looked like a man whose body she wanted to learn over weeks and months and years to come. A man who would make her pleasure a study, like it was the most important subject in the world.

“You look at me like you’ve never seen me before.” He chuckled as he moved up her body.

She scooted fully onto the bed, resting her head on the pillows and shivering as he took a place beside her. He lay on his side, his head propped up on his hand, watching her.

“I can hardly see at all thanks to that display,” she said with a laugh of her own.

“That was the goal. But now I have another.” His smile faded and the rake turned into a rogue, a pirate bent on claiming.

She touched his chest, dragged her hands lower across his stomach, across his bare hip. He shuddered as she took him in hand and stroked his cock once, twice.

“Christ, you’ll unman me before we’ve even begun,” he grunted, but he didn’t pull away from her. He surged against her palm, seeking what she could give.

“I wouldn’t want that,” she whispered.

He loomed over her, kissing her so she could taste her release, pinning her back on the bed as he covered her. She opened her legs to him willingly, her heart racing as they aligned for the next part in this dance they’d been playing at for weeks.

He stared down at her, his gaze holding her captive as he nudged her entrance. And then he was sliding home, slowly and gently, but ever forward. His eyes never left hers, and she caught her breath at the intensity of it all. The sensation mixed with the expression, joined to their fact that their breath had settled into