The Duke's Wife (The Three Mrs #3) - Jess Michaels Page 0,89
kiss was feather-light at first. A gentle comfort, a quiet understanding. But as it went on, the tension it created began to grow. He flexed his fingers against her hip, she began to lightly grind down in his lap, she opened her mouth and allowed him to taste her.
They were both short of breath when she pulled away. “Now you promised to remove this gown with your teeth.” She stood up and drew him to his feet. “So I expect you to deliver.”
She backed toward the bed, eyes bright with desire, but also a need to connect with him. And as he caught her waist and drew her to him for another deep kiss, he hoped that they were inching closer to the moment where the barriers between them came down. Where he could love her openly and without frightening her away…and where maybe, just maybe, she could love him in return.
Abigail had doubted that one could remove such a beautiful gown with just teeth, and yet Nathan never failed to surprise her. He’d done it. But then he could surprise her with a look, with a touch or with the honesty with which he’d told her of his past. She understood so much more about him now.
And the parts of him that had been broken by the past called out to the parts of her that had endured something similar.
Right now, though, she didn’t want to think about that. Right now she just wanted to touch him, especially since he’d removed all of his clothes after removing hers.
She crooked her finger and he joined her beside the bed, catching her by the waist, molding her naked body to his. When he kissed her, she relaxed against him. When he touched her, it was like coming home. She pressed her mouth to his shoulder, licking and nipping at his flesh. He hissed out a breath and cupped her backside, massaging there, grinding her pelvis to his and letting her feel the press of his hard cock against her belly.
She glided a hand between them and caught it, stroking it while she continued to nuzzle his shoulders, his collarbone, his throat.
“You are playing with fire,” he rasped.
“Then burn me,” she murmured in reply.
He jerked his head back and stared down at her. Then he lifted her to lean her against the edge of the bed. He pushed her legs apart and she trembled. He aligned their bodies and she moaned. Fast and hard, he thrust into her, but there was no resistance. She was ready for him. Always ready for him.
He thrust, digging his hand into her hair and tilting her head back so he could take her mouth as he took her body. She lifted against him, seeking pleasure, finding it so easily, like it was always there waiting for her.
He took her. That was the only way to describe it. He pounded hard into her, his groans and grunts increasing as she began to flutter with orgasm. The flutters turned to waves, the waves to clenching, overpowering pleasure. She keened against his skin, scraping her teeth over him like she could mark him as hers, and he swore as he came deep inside of her.
For a few moments they just stood there, foreheads pressed together, bodies entangled, their panting breaths slowing and matching.
“Too hard?” he asked at last.
She drew back. “God, no. That was remarkable.”
He sighed as if relieved as well as satiated and then set her down so she could rest her feet on the ground again. They stared at each other. This was the point where she would normally gather her clothing and pad off to her own bedroom and its lonely bed.
But she didn’t want to do that tonight. So much had been shared between them, she wasn’t ready to let go.
“You know,” she said softly. “It is possible we missed your sister dancing at some point.”
He arched a brow. “You mean that she might have taken a turn around the dancefloor with ten gentlemen rather than nine?”
She nodded. “I was not always watching, you know. I assume you weren’t either. So it might have been ten or eleven. And our agreement was that the person with the closest guess without going over would win. If we miscounted, that would mean I was the loser.”
There was a tension to his face now. Almost an anticipation. “So you would owe me the boon.”
“I wouldn’t want to accidentally cheat my way out of paying the terms.”