“Please, Duke.”
“Please? So this is what you want? You want me to finish you with my fingers, Ava? Or maybe…maybe you want my cock?”
The idea of him filling me with his cock makes me moan out loud, and he smiles in a way that has my body shivering all over. “Please, Duke. Yes. I want it all.”
Leaning in, Duke chuckles as he brushes his wet lips over my sensitive inner thigh. “And I want to give it to you, kitten. But let’s not rush this. We have more than just tonight.”
“What?” I gasp, lifting my head then dropping it back on a moan as he thrusts his fingers inside me, stretching me in a way that has my eyes rolling back in my head. “Oh god!”
“Let me watch you,” he rasps, leaning over me as he pumps two fingers in and out, in and out, the pressure, speed and power so perfect that my walls quiver on the edge.
“Holy shit. Yes.”
Duke’s fingers don’t stop, but his voice takes on a commanding quality as he looks into my eyes. “Don’t you dare come yet, kitten. I can feel you want to, but I need you to hold on until I tell you it’s OK to let go.”
“Oh god. How? I… I can’t.”
He curls his fingers and pushes deep. “You can. And you will. You won’t be sorry, Ava. I promise you that.”
I gasp and arch into him, my head swimming as he rubs me in a way that has me barely holding on, my throat dry and scratchy and my body ablaze. I need this release, but I also don’t want to disappoint him. I just don’t know how much longer I can take this.
“Please!”
Moving back down my body, he touches his tongue to my clit, growling as he swirls it in tiny circles that my vision turning white and hot and my nerve endings on fire.
“Duke!” I grab handfuls of his hair, pulling him to me or trying to push him away—I don’t know which, but I do know that I need something to happen of I’m going to lose my ever-loving mind. I can’t keep doing this. “Please!”
“Do it!” he grunts, locking me in place with his arms around my thighs as he buries his face and goes to town while a scream tears out of me, my body coming apart like a boat being smashed against a rock by a massive wave. I’ve never felt anything like this, and as I yell and cry and thrash about,he just keeps going,licking and laving, sucking and swallowing and taking every single piece of my orgasm that he can.
“Duuuuukkkkkkeeeeee!!!!!”
As he slows his movement and brings me back down to the room and the bed and my reality as it now is, I feel somehow changed. Boneless, sated and…peaceful. Before now, I’d spent many a night wondering—and experimenting—over how it would be to have a man take care of my needs like this. Not one of my imaginings prepared me for this. Being with Duke is perfection, and I can’t wait for what comes next.
“Mmm. That was perfect, kitten,” he rumbles as he kisses his way up my body until he reaches my mouth and shares my flavor with a deep, soul-quenching kiss. “I can’t wait until I get to do that all over again.”
He pulls back and sits on his knees before pulling the blankets around me and kissing me on the head like he’s tucking me in for the night.
“Wait. You’re leaving? What about you? I want you to feel good too.”
“Sometimes the anticipation is worth a little discomfort. And if tonight is anythin’ to go by, waiting a little longer before I take what I need from you is going to be its own sweet reward. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Uh…OK. When?”
He picks up his shirt and slides it over his head. “Come to the garage around lunchtime. I’ll fix up your car and then we can spend the afternoon together.”
I press up on my elbows and grin. “You gonna play hooky with me, Duke?”
Leaning in, he nuzzles his nose next to mine, and my entire body lights up again when our lips brush. “I’m gonna do a hell of a lot more than just play with you, Ava. I can promise you that.”
Then he kisses me long and deep, and I think I forget to breathe until after he pulls away, gives me a wink and tells me he’ll see me tomorrow as he walks out the door.
Lying back on the bed, I stare up at the ceiling with a massive smile and a sigh. It’s probably way too early to even be entertaining this, but I think I might be in love.
DUKE
“Hello, big brother,” Dottie says at around eleven the next morning. It’s when she usually shows up at the tattoo studio, rarely ever taking clients before lunch so she has time to work on the farmhouse around her paying gig. It’s a delicate balance. “Couldn’t help but notice you came home rather late last night. Taking those flowers around changed your mind about your compatibility?”
“Maybe,” I say, tightening the bolt that holds down the air filter casing on the engine I’m servicing.
