When a Duke Loves a Governess (Unlikely Duchesses #3) - Olivia Drake Page 0,77
disjointed speech. “As my lady wishes.”
He paused only to drop another kiss on her soft lips. Then he dragged the linen shirt over his head and tossed it away without a care for where it landed. He was too intent on watching the light of interest on Tessa’s face.
She glided her palms over the muscles of his bare chest. As her fingertip traced one flat nipple, he groaned at the inferno she fanned in his loins. She looked at him in naïve confusion. “Did that hurt?”
A hoarse chuckle broke from him. “It felt far too good. I’m aching for you, Tessa. Unbearably so.”
Understanding dawned on her face, along with a blush and then a wise womanly smile. She slid her hands lower and let her fingers lightly play along the waistband of his breeches. He sucked in a ragged breath. Half maiden and half coquette, she possessed a natural sensuality that drove him wild.
He leaped to his feet and drew her up as well. In between deeply arousing kisses, he stripped away her gown and undergarments until only her stockings saved her from full nudity. With a blissful sigh, she slipped her arms around him and rested her cheek against his chest, her breath warm and unsteady against his overheated skin. “Oh, Carlin, how I’ve longed for you.”
“Guy. Say my name.”
“Guy,” she whispered, and turned a smile up at him.
That winsome air had the power to kindle his passions every bit as much as her naked form. He felt consumed by the desire to please her, to make this an experience she would never forget. His hands trekked along the indention of her waist and the curve of bare bottom, savoring the satiny smoothness of her skin. The pins had come loose from her hair, allowing thick waves to tumble over her shoulders and bosom, and he loved the softness of it to his touch. “What a darling you are, Tessa,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek against hers. “Warm, graceful, lovelier than any other woman I’ve known.”
She gave him a dubious look, but it was true. He had met many ladies deemed by society to be diamonds of the first water—indeed he had married one—and yet none of them could hold a candle to Tessa. Hers was a quiet beauty, lit from within by the brilliance of her spirit. In some still-functioning corner of his brain, he damned the strictures of class that separated them. If they had but this one night, this one encounter to savor, he intended to make the most of it.
He kissed her lingeringly, keeping his own fierce urges on a tight leash. Only when she began to move restively against him did he lower her onto the chaise. He could scarcely contain the mad impulse to join their bodies. Yet he took his time untying her garters and unrolling the plain cotton stockings down her legs, his mouth tasting the bare flesh that he uncovered.
Every part of her held him enthralled, the dainty toes, the shapely legs, the nest of her womanhood. He kissed a slow path upward to suckle her breasts again until she was moaning, clutching at his back. He then glided one hand downward to lightly palm her mound. As he slipped a finger inside to find her slick and hot, she shuddered. With one swirling stroke from him, a sigh of intense yearning eddied from her.
“Ahh … that feels so…”
Her voice trailed off into mewling sounds of delight as he continued to play with her. She tilted her head back and parted her legs in honeyed invitation. Her hips moved sinuously, arching against his hand, and that untutored action strained the limits of his willpower. It took everything in him to keep from tearing off his breeches and claiming what he craved. But he would have her pleasure first, and it happened in a sudden quivering of her body, the dig of her fingers into his shoulders, and a sobbing cry of exultation.
His own ravenous hunger could wait no longer. He stripped himself naked and then lay down to cover her with his body. She regarded him with dreamy eyes and a contented smile, at least until he positioned himself to enter her. As he pushed past a slight resistance to bury himself inside her, he heard her choked whimper through a haze of exultation.
Panting, Guy reveled in her tight, hot depths even as he lamented having caused her pain. Her eyes were wide open now, and a wince firmed her