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This could be the last time I feel this way. The only time! It could be my one chance with a man like him, who makes me feel like the world falls away. Who convinces me to play the royal piano and then undresses me beside it. Who takes my fingers in his mouth and seems to like the taste of my skin.
When Heath’s hands slide over my hips, the warmth of his skin makes my breath catch. He drops his head to my neck, laying a kiss on my burning flesh.
I tilt my head to the side, closing my eyes.
My head spins. It’s too much. Not enough.
My own hands run up every ridge and valley of his muscles, committing them all to memory. I want to be able to call up the sight of his body whenever I need it. I want to remember every taste. Every smell. Every touch. I want to remember the way my heart skips a beat whenever a soft groan slips through his lips. How a touch from his palm makes sparks explode across my skin.
Sliding his hands to my back, I feel him notch his thumbs into the dimples above my ass. They fit perfectly, like they were made for him. His hands slide over my ass, squeezing gently as he pulls me into him.
And I feel him. His tuxedo trousers do nothing to hide the bulge growing between his strong thighs. As the Duke kisses my neck, my shoulder, my jaw, I reach down to palm his stiffening cock.
He groans, and I revel in the noise.
I’m making him feel this way. I’m the reason he’s making those noises. I’m the one who has him harder than steel. Is his cock weeping already, I wonder? Soaking into the fabric of his underwear? Throbbing every time I press my lips against his skin?
I wrap my fingers around his cock, wishing there were no fabric between us.
The Duke groans. He pulls his head away from my neck, staring into my eyes. “If you keep doing that, I’ll come in my pants.”
A wicked smile tugs at my lips, and the Duke’s eyes darken. He likes when I’m bad.
I give his cock another stroke, letting my lips part. Heath stares at my face, his eyelids dropping as my hand moves. Up and down. Up and down. The feeling of his hard cock makes all kinds of pressure build in the pit of my stomach.
Then, with a roar, the Duke pulls my hand away. He wraps his arms around me and throws me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing, marching to the couch. He throws me down so I bounce on the soft cushions, catching myself before I tumble off. The Duke kneels before me, spreading my legs wide.
“Are you wet for me?” Heath asks, staring up at me through thick, black lashes. He pulls my legs so my ass is hanging off the edge of the sofa, then presses the inside of my knees wide until they’re pinned against the soft leather.
My chest heaves. I bite my lip, unable to answer. His head is so close to my core he must be able to see the wetness soaking through my thong. He must be able to smell the arousal leaking out of me.
Using his big shoulder to keep my leg pinned against the sofa, the Duke slides his hand over the inside of my thigh and gently, oh so gently, tugs my panties over to the side. A satisfied groan reaches my ears, and I know he sees just how wet he’s made me.
When I glance down at him, Heath has a smile on his lips. His thumb runs over the crook of my hip, so close to my outer lips. Not close enough. I sigh, leaning back against the sofa as he spreads me wide. Exposes me. Looks at me like no one has before.
“You’re beautiful, Ada,” he growls, letting his thumb tease just a bit closer to my weeping slit. His lips drop down to kiss the inside of my thigh, and my breath catches. That stubble tickles my skin, sending shivers of pleasure tumbling across my core.
With one hand pushing my knee wide and his shoulder pinning the other knee to the couch, I can’t move. Not that I’d want to. The Duke has his head so close to my center, and all I want is to feel his tongue. His kiss. I want to feel those lush lips kissing me down there.
My cheeks are red and hot at the thought of it.
I’m not a virgin. I’ve fooled around with people. I dated a guy for three years when I was in college.
But never have I ever felt like this. Spread wide, exposed, begging for more.
“Please,” I whisper, truly begging now. I don’t care.
His thumb runs over my outer lip again, tugging gently to open me up. I gasp, my chest heaving as I try to regain control over my own body. I can feel the wetness seeping out of me, and I know he sees. He sees everything.
The Duke lays a soft kiss on the inside of my hip, then another, an inch closer. Another, closer again.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I need his lips right there where my body screams for him.
Hearing my unspoken pleas, the Duke complies. He spreads me wide with his hands. His tongue sweeps through my folds, tasting all of me.
I buck, but he holds me down. He laps up my desire with a low groan, and I nearly come apart. That noise. I want more of it. It’s gruff, like his throat is full of gravel. So deliciously rough, and all for me.
His tongue moves slow, then fast. Soft, then hard. Teasing my bud, then moving lower. All the while, he holds me down against the sofa, his broad shoulders rounded between my legs, his head bowed as he devours me.
