Page 29 of The Duke of My Desire

He closed his eyes briefly, but not before catching the flash of surprise in her eyes.

“Oh. I...see.”

“You’re surprised,” he said, his embarrassment making him say foolish things.

“Yes,” she confirmed. “You’re a handsome man, and a duke, no less. I...yes, I’m surprised.”

“Are you disappointed?”

She shook her head. “Just the opposite.” A wicked smile curved her lips. “I’ve never deflowered a virgin before. I must admit, the idea makes me feel rather rakish.”

That made him laugh and he leaned forward to kiss her cheek, grateful that she was the way she was, that she hadn’t reacted to his confession with a slew of questions or by staring at him as if he’d grown horns.

She was an extraordinary woman, warm and affectionate and sweet, and he was smitten with her. Simply and honestly smitten.

“Will you let down your hair for me?” he murmured, desire beginning to thrum through his veins again. There was nothing between them now, nothing to stand in the way, and he was more than ready to learn the ways of lovemaking under Justina’s tutelage.

She raised her arms and began removing her pins, letting them fall to the rug below. She ran her fingers through her thick locks, shaking the curls free, and Gregory could only gape at her as she sat straddling him, her gorgeous mane of honeyed hair aglow in the muted light coming in through the window.

How was it he had not thought her beautiful before? She was exquisite. Radiant. His fantasy come to life.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, gently threading his fingers through the curls spilling over one shoulder and across her breast. He met her gaze. “You are so beautiful, Justina.”

It was her turn to blush, her cheeks pinkening to match her lips, still rosy from his kiss. Without a word, she pressed her lips to his and circled her arms around his neck, and Gregory kissed her back with fervor, his hands closing around her waist.

Some minutes later, she drew back, breathing heavily, her lips wet and swollen and he swore he’d never seen anything so arousing in his life. She slipped from his lap and stepped away from the chair, her fingers starting on the buttons at the front of her dress. Gregory’s heart kicked in his chest as he sat there staring at her, his cock throbbing as she loosed each button with deliberate intent.

“Have you ever seen a naked woman?” she asked him, her voice almost conversational, as if she wasn’t driving him slowly and completely mad.

“Only in paintings,” he said, the words gravelly.

“Well, I think we ought to rectify that, don’t you?” She let her gown fall to the floor at her feet then reached for the hem of her chemise and, in one swift motion, swept it over her head. She was clad in only her stockings now, the rest of her bare before him.

“Jesus,” he muttered, his mouth dry now as his eyes raked over her body, from her full breasts tipped pink to her curved waist and full hips, and the nest of dark curls between plump thighs, slickened by her desire.

Her desire for him.

She was a goddess, a temptation he could not resist, and she quite literally took his breath away.

Her gaze held him captive as she sank to her knees on the rug before him, her eyes intent and sparkling with such wicked intent that it made his balls clench.

“Justina—”

“Hush,” she chided softly, her hands stealing up his thighs. “Let me do this, Duke.”

Gritting his teeth, he watched her undo the buttons of his falls, nearly spilling in his trousers with each brush of her fingers, and when she wrapped her hand around his shaft...God above, he thought he would lose his bloody mind.

She began to stroke him and he groaned her name, his head falling back as he sucked in a ragged breath. It was the most exquisite thing he’d ever felt, her hand gripping his cock, sliding up and down, her petal-soft skin a sweet torment he never wanted to end.

And then her lips were there, taking the place of her hand, her tongue circling the head of his cock with wet, dizzying laps.

She ran her tongue down his shaft from the tip to the base, gazing up at him as she did so, and that look alone nearly made him spend.

She took all of him in her mouth, sucking so hard that Gregory’s mind emptied of every single thought as he threaded his fingers through her hair.

He bit his bottom lip and rocked his hips, meeting her mouth with each thrust. He groaned again, too addled to beg with words, but she must have heard his desperation for she quickened her pace, her head bobbing with each stroke of her mouth.

“Jesus, Justina, so bloody good,” he gritted out just before his ballocks tightened and his head snapped back, his climax crashing over him as he spilled his seed.