A Scot to the Heart (Desperately Seeking Duke #2) - Caroline Linden Page 0,69
the mattress. Pleasure coursed like lightning through her veins, throbbing in time with every purposeful stroke of his tongue.
When he slid a finger inside her, she spasmed, almost climaxing before the wave of heat receded and rose again—but then blinked out of her daze of bliss. She wanted this—so much she was shaking from want of it—but she also wanted to see him, to watch his eyes change, to hear his voice grow wild, to know she gave him as much pleasure as he was giving her.
“Drew.” She pulled at his ear, then his shoulder.
He glanced up, sliding a second finger inside her. “Aye, my lady?”
She gulped for breath. All her nerves were clamoring for release. “I want—I want it together.”
“As you wish,” he said after a startled pause. Awkwardly he levered himself up and over, landing on his back beside her. “Be gentle with me, lass,” he said through his teeth, draping one arm over his eyes.
“You want it gentle?” She scrambled up and crawled atop him, her mouth going dry at the sheer size and strength of his body spread before her.
“Well—no,” he said, his voice muffled by his arm.
“Don’t you trust me?”
“I do.” The words were strained.
Ilsa rose above him, taking his shaft in her hand. He was thick and long, fiery hot and satiny smooth. The veins in his forearms stood out as his hands gripped the linens. “I should repay you in kind,” she murmured, swirling her thumb over the head.
His stomach hollowed out, he inhaled so hard. “You could.”
“I will. But I think this time . . .” She went up on her knees and guided him between her legs. “This time I will just have you like I’ve wanted since the night we met.” She sank down, taking him inside her.
She had to pause a moment there, hands clenched on his stomach, dizzy at the way he filled her. Beneath her he lay taut, humming with tension but motionless. He had uncovered his face and watched her with eyes glowing like embers in the darkness, burning into hers.
Slowly she began to move, taking each stroke to the full length. His hips rose up to meet hers, matching her pace exactly. His hands stole up her legs to that spot he had suckled so devastatingly, and Ilsa leaned back with a moan to allow him better access. Her hands came to her breasts until Drew made a choked sound and sat up, taking her nipple into his mouth.
Now she could brace her hands on his shoulders and ride him. She could feel the tremors shaking his body, as hard and excited as the ones going through her. She could feel the moment his control broke and he came without pausing his ravishment of her breast, his hand between her legs sending liquid flame into her until it all pooled low in her belly and ignited every nerve. She broke with a gasp, clinging to him for balance as they both shuddered.
It took several minutes for her head to clear. She was still cradling his head to her breast, and pressed her lips to his temple, reveling at how slick with sweat it was. In turn he kissed her chest, right over her heart, before looking up.
“Since the night we met?” he whispered.
She smiled, combing her fingers through his damp hair. “Do you remember it?”
“Every moment.” His eyes were half-closed in pleasure as she ran her thumb over his upper lip. “Why did you kiss me?”
Ilsa paused. “I wanted to.” His mouth curved in delight. “It was the impulse of the moment.”
“Mmm.” He settled his arms more comfortably around her and turned until they lay facing each other. “Like tonight?”
She blushed. “Oh goodness, tonight was something I’ve thought about for days. Tonight was when my restraint gave way.”
His laugh was a low growl in his throat. “Being ghostly does that to women, I hear . . .”
She tried not to, but the laugh escaped her. That laugh grew and grew, fueled by the giddy afterglow of lovemaking, until tears ran down her face and she had to swab them away with a corner of the sheet. And Drew laughed with her—perhaps a little at her—and gathered her close, nestling her against him so perfectly she forgot it was to be this way only for one night.
“I never knew lovemaking could be so playful,” she gasped without thinking.
He raised his head. “No?”
She covered her eyes, mortified. “Forget I said that.”