Lady Vivian Defies a Duke - By Samantha Grace Page 0,75

tongues engaged in a sensual dance until she bumped against the edge of his desk.

He shoved the letters aside then lifted her. She landed on the surface, her backside smarting a little from the impact. She forgot about any momentary discomfort when his fingers stole inside her wrapper and tweaked her nipple. She gasped and pulled back a fraction. Their lips hovered together as they shared a shaky breath.

There were many things she wanted to say to him. You excite me. I love your touch. Your kiss. You.

The words flowed from her, though they remained unspoken. They had to be in her ardent gaze. Her caress.

“Yes,” he whispered and captured her mouth again.

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Luke’s grip on his control was slippery. He could easily devour Vivian on his desk then have her again and again. On the Aubusson. The settee. Against the wall. He could carry her up to his bed and make love to her there as well.

And yet, he couldn’t.

She was his intended, promised to him but not his. He had been a fool to refuse to honor the betrothal promise. Vivian was everything he never knew he wanted. He should have married her a year ago. But he hadn’t and Vivian would not carry his child before they had pledged their devotion in front of witnesses.

Sliding his hand up her calf, he squeezed the soft flesh below her knee. She had divine legs, firm and well formed. Hitching her knee up, he laid her out on his desk in one swift move. It was possessive and bold, and completely inappropriate for a husband to demand of his wife, but Vivian stared back at him with eyes like mercury. Her chest rose and fell in rapid pants. Her hair fanned out on the oak surface, almost the same warm color as the wood grain.

Vivian would be more than a wife to him. She would become his lover. No, she was his lover.

And she was ready for more. He was the only one holding back.

He eased the hem of her dressing gown up her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the desk. When she had dressed to leave her room, she hadn’t donned drawers.

He hooked his foot around the leg of a chair and dragged it forward. “I wish my business was half as inspiring as you.”

When he sat in the chair, she lifted to her elbows. Her arched brows migrated together.

He grinned. “Trust me.”

She opened her mouth but snapped it shut when he pushed her knees up and gently parted her legs. He placed a kiss on her inner thigh then licked her soft skin. She stiffened, her eyes giant orbs staring at him in alarm.

“Trust me, Vivian. I won’t hurt you.”

“What are you going to do?” she whispered.

He dipped a finger inside her then rubbed it over her swollen flesh. Her eyelids grew heavy as he stroked her, and she rested her head back against the desk.

“That’s better, sweetheart.” He kissed her other thigh and she let go even more, her knees falling out to her sides. “I’m going to taste you, and you will like it.”

As he trailed kisses up her quivering thigh and touched her most intimately, she clenched her legs, cradling his head. He licked her, slowly, languorously. And he did it again. With each pass of his tongue, she melted against the desk.

He cupped her hips and kneaded her pert bottom while his mouth suckled and circled her apex. Her breathy sighs transformed into moans. Her husky voice washed over him and made him even harder. He wanted to feel her hand wrapped around him again. He wanted to teach her how to bring him to completion, but a gentleman would never ask that of his intended.

She writhed on the desk, so close to her climax, but she shocked him by sitting up and gently pushing him away.

“Is something wrong?”

“No.” She caressed his jaw. Her eyes held that curious glint he often saw there. She leaned forward to kiss him tenderly, not releasing his face when she drew back. “I was wondering what you tasted.”

He stifled a groan. “And?”

“It’s different, but not bad.”

“No,” he agreed. “I like it. Shall I continue?”

She shook her head. “Luke, please let me touch you. You can trust me, too.”

Her honeyed lashes fluttered, her hair had tumbled around her shoulders, and she nibbled on her swollen bottom lip. His heart skipped. God, how he adored her. He couldn’t deny her anything she wanted, and he counted himself fortunate