Page 81 of An Inconvenient Duke

Regaining control of the kiss, he grabbed her wrists and pinned both of her arms over her head with one hand. Her back arched against the wall, and her bosom was thrust up temptingly toward him.

“Sweet Lucifer,” he murmured, brushing his free hand down her front. “What you do to me, Danielle.” He cupped her breast against his palm. “How you drive me mad.”

“And you with me…you frustrating man,” she panted out when he began to massage her through the layers of her clothing, hard enough to pucker her nipples into little points.

“Good. Because if this is frustration, then I want nothing more than to frustrate you for the rest of our lives.”

To punctuate that promise, he swept a finger beneath her bodice between her skin and chemise and teased at her nipple.

He grinned in triumph when a mewl of mounting desire fell from her lips. “I want to spend every day with you, arguing and making up. Just like this.”

He shoved his hand inside her dress and captured her breast, rubbing her nipple hard against his palm. The whimper on her lips dissolved into an aching moan of need.

“I won’t stop helping those women,” she rasped out obstinately, even as she arched her back to push herself against his hand. She shook with need and yearning, and her hips pressed into his, unwittingly caressing his hardening cock through their clothes. “Even if it means sacrificing everything.”

Her words slapped him, stunning him just long enough for her to slip her hands from his grasp. But instead of pulling away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down to her, to give him a scorching kiss that had her eagerly rising up onto tiptoes to meet his hungry mouth.

“Then we’re even,” he ground out hoarsely against her lips, his voice little more than a husky scratch. “Because I plan on doing the same for you, love.”

He yanked at her bodice and the corset beneath, pulling it down far enough to bury his face in the swells of her breasts. The beast in him wanted to tear the dress from her back, to bare her to his hands and mouth, then simply devour her. But he’d settle for this maddeningly small taste of her and licked his tongue into the valley between her breasts.

But when she slipped her hand down between them to unbutton his breeches and free his cock from the tight material, his restraint vanished. He grabbed her hand to close it over him, then thrust his hips into her palm. Her fist tightened around him, drawing a plaintive groan from him as he stroked himself against her hand. Aching, yearning, hard—and growing impossibly harder. When she smeared the drop of moisture that had formed at his tip over his smooth head with her palm, he groaned with hard-won restraint and clenched his buttocks tightly to keep from spilling in her hand.

“Danielle,” he rasped and grabbed at her skirt to yank it up around her waist.

Panting hard, he paused a moment to look down at her. Except for her stockings, she was beautifully exposed to his eyes…long stretches of bare thighs, feminine curls between her legs, and the folds below, already glistening wet from her desire for him.

She stared back at him, confident and bold beneath his lustful gaze, then stepped her legs apart in wanton invitation. She reached up to cup the back of his head in her hand and bring his mouth down to hers in a kiss so heated that he couldn’t stop drops of his seed from trickling onto her fingers.

His hand dove between her legs and stroked her hard and fast, grinding the heel of his hand against her pelvic bone, just above where her sensitive nub lay buried. A hot shudder of desire pulsed through her. She darted the tip of her tongue out to wet her lips in sweet anticipation, and he groaned at the unwitting gesture of seduction. And permission.

He needed to be deep inside her, surrounded by her tight warmth and silky softness. Needed to hear her cry out in passion for him, to feel her writhe and shudder around him—

Sweet Jesus. He neededher. Every bit of her. Now and always.

His hands slid under her arse and lifted her into the air, her thighs clenching against his hips for support and her arms wrapping around his neck. Holding her in place against the wall, he stepped forward and impaled her with his cock.

She cried out in surprise and swift pleasure, but her body eagerly welcomed his, taking him deep inside her. Locking her ankles together at the small of his back, she clasped herself to him and held on for this desperate, wicked ride.

He planted his hands against the wall on either side of her shoulders for leverage and thrust into her, twisting his hips against her with each plunge to go as deep as possible. He drove into her. Each penetrating thrust brought a cry of satisfaction to her lips, each retreat a whimper of loss.

His hands grasped firmly at her buttocks. With every thrust and retreat, he yanked her up and down over his length in a galloping rhythm that soon had her bucking helplessly against him.

“Marcus…” The strained sound of her voice shivered through him, and her body clamped around his like iron bands…arms, legs, all the tiny muscles inside her bearing down around him—“Marcus!”

She came violently, screaming out as her release tore through her and slammed into him. The cry echoed through the brick building and filled him with an intense joy unlike any he’d ever known before.

He thrust into her once more, twice—then he held her pinned there against the wall as his cock jerked inside her and his seed gushed into her, so powerfully that he yelled.

She convulsed around him again as a second release consumed her, nearly as fierce as the first, then went limp in his arms. Only his body pressing against hers kept her from sinking bonelessly to the floor.

Carefully, he loosened his hold on her. She slid down his front and found her feet beneath her, but her knees were still too weak to support her and buckled. He caught her and encircled her in his arms, holding her close to him while she struggled to regain her breath.

He buried his face in her hair, which was still in its pins, in their desperation to make love not bothering to remove a stitch of clothing or a single pin. Never…neverhad he loved a woman the way he did her.

“Don’t you see?” he murmured against her temple, tasting the faint flavor of perspiration that had sprouted there from the ferocity of their lovemaking. “We belong together, Danielle. In every way.”

She continued to cling to him as residual shivers of release passed over her, as her breathing slowly deepened and her racing heartbeat calmed.