The Duke's Wife (The Three Mrs #3) - Jess Michaels Page 0,78

shoulders. He let his fingertips drag along her body as he pulled the chemise down to join the gown and then pushed both off together. They pooled at her feet and he stepped back to enjoy his handiwork.

She was so utterly beautiful, so perfect in his eyes, that a lump formed in his throat. If he managed this correctly, if he was gentle and careful and persistent, he would get to love her like this for the rest of his life. He would feel her bend toward him, giving him the same love that he felt for her.

Which made the risk worthwhile.

“Will you please get in my bed?” he asked.

She giggled. “So polite all of a sudden, Your Grace.”

He shrugged. “When I apologize, I do it wholeheartedly. So please, please, will you get in my bed? And take off the stockings and the slippers.”

She shook her head, but she was smiling broadly as she climbed up on the high bed and then tossed her slippers and stockings over the edge with a clatter. He watched her as he began to undress. Once she was fully naked, she leaned up on her elbows to stare as he did so.

He took his time, exploring how her pupils dilated with each movement. It was a delicious thing, to be wanted by her. This woman who could have anyone, who could be loved by so many…wanted him in her arms. He never wanted to betray that trust. He only wished to multiply it. And also make her come and come and come until she was sated.

He shrugged out of his trousers at last and took his half-hard cock in hand, stroking it until it was at full attention. She licked her lips and he felt the movement like she had done so against him.

“Well, that was just too much,” he grunted as he moved onto the bed beside her. He caught her lips once more and kissed her hard and fast, driving his tongue inside like he would soon do with his body. “And a good idea.”

“What was a good idea?” she said as he began to kiss the side of her neck.

“Licking,” he replied without moving his mouth from her skin, so the word was muffled.

“Mmmm. I’ve always enjoyed the way you lick,” she breathed, and rested her head against the pillows with a shudder. Her body relaxed beneath him as he kissed lower, tasting the faintly salty flavor of her collarbone, her right breast. The nipple hardened beneath his tongue as he swirled it ’round and ’round. Tugged it gently with his teeth until she cried out softly in pleasure.

He moved to the opposite breast, watching her reaction to every little lick and bite and suck. Her head lolled and her hands fisted, one against the mattress, one against his back. The flexing of her fingers along his skin was like a drumbeat of passion, and his cock throbbed in time. He wanted to bury himself in her, drive until they were both panting and sweaty and weak.

But not yet. He could wait for that sweet explosion a little longer if it meant the pleasure of watching her writhe.

He inched lower, nuzzling the soft skin of her belly. He rubbed his cheek against her thigh, letting her feel the rough beginnings of stubble after a long day. She opened her legs wider with a faintly exhaled, “Yes, please.”

He was nearly undone. Lost to her. And it was heaven. Almost as heavenly as when he used his thumbs to peel open her sex. She was slick already, and he scented the faint sweetness of her that was so uniquely hers. His mouth watered to taste it. Drown in it and her.

He licked her, watching again as she arched her back. Licked and licked, until he could only taste her on his tongue. He caught her hips, cradling her backside in his hands to hold her still as he dove into the work of shattering her. She ground against his tongue, making harsh sounds of pleasure, wriggling beneath him. He began to suck her clitoris, feeling it swell beneath his tongue and her legs begin to shake against his shoulders.

She was so close now. He felt the shift in her body, the flood of her pleasure. And then she keened and the world wound down to this one place in time. To her and the gorgeous experience of her orgasm.

He sucked her through it, forcing her to twitch long after the hard, heavy waves