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Natalie looked up at him then, and his world shifted on its axis.
Yes, she’d once been married to his brother. Yes, she should be strictly off-limits.
But tonight? Tonight, she was here and warm and tender and sweet. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
Leaning forward, Kyle brushed his lips over hers—once, twice, waiting to see if she’d push him away. But she didn’t. Instead, she leaned into his touch and opened her lips to take the kiss deeper. She tasted of sugar and salt from their food and a slight hint of orange from her drink.
He couldn’t get enough. Natalie moaned low in her throat, and Kyle shifted to pull her in closer. The timing was all wrong, but he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was this moment, this thing between them, this woman who felt so perfect against him.
She placed her hand on his chest and pressed away slightly, took a ragged breath, and blinked up at him, seeming as shocked as he was that this was really happening. She bit her lip, and it took every ounce of willpower Kyle had not to take a nibble as well. “I-I’m not sure this is such a good idea. What about the mission…and Nick?”
“You’re right,” he said, his words sounding harsher than he’d intended. This was torture of the worst kind. Pride long gone, he took a deep breath and nodded. “We should stop. This isn’t right.”
Silent, Natalie watched him for what seemed like an eternity. A host of emotions flickered through her gorgeous dark eyes—fear, desire, guilt, need. Finally, she traced the tips of her fingers down the center of his abs to the waistband of his briefs. “We shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t what?” he croaked, his mouth dry as bone.
This might be wrong, but nothing had ever felt so right in his life.
“Stop.” She cupped the length of his erection and stroked him from base to tip. “Please.”
“Please what, Duchess?” Kyle groaned. He stroked his thumb over her cheekbone, before taking her face between his hands and drawing her closer. “Tell me.”
“Don’t stop.” She leaned in and kissed him hard, then pulled back just enough to speak. “Don’t ever stop.”
“Never, Duchess.” He rolled her beneath him, down onto the mattress, savoring the feel of her lush curves pressed against his hardness. “Never.”
* * *
Her body felt alive for the first time in months. Natalie had never been this aroused in her life, even with Nick. It felt so bad, so wicked, and yet so wonderful all at the same time. She’d made vows to her husband, yes, but those vows only lasted until death did them part…
Natalie clutched at Kyle’s arms. He yanked her tank top off over her head, then tugged down her pajama bottoms, leaving her in only the lacy thong he’d pulled out of her bag for her.
His soft lips scorched her skin as he trailed kisses across her cheek and down her neck to her sensitive nipples. She touched him wherever she could reach—chest, neck, abdomen, hips. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, wanting skin-to-skin contact, but he stopped her.
“No. Not yet, Duchess.” Kyle kissed her palm, then pressed her hand back to his chest, right over his pounding heart. “If you touch me right now, I won’t last. And God help me, I need this to last, okay?”
“Okay,” Natalie murmured.
He cupped the heat of her through her panties. It had been so long, too long, and the way he was stroking her had her crying out with need. He was so beautiful. She wanted to spend hours learning every muscle and sinew with her tongue and lips and fingers.
Sex with Nick had been nice, sweet, comforting.
Sex with Kyle was already turning out to be mind-blowing, life-altering, explosive.
Desperate for more, Natalie slid her fingers through his hair and arched against him, holding his talented lips to her nipple. She needed Kyle to touch her and taste her until she came so hard all her doubts and worries and guilt disappeared. Sleeping with him might feel like a mistake tomorrow, but tonight she needed him like she needed oxygen.
She stroked his scalp, and he shivered, smiling. “Easy, Duchess. We’ve got all night.”
Natalie closed her eyes as he drew her other stiff nipple into the warm wetness of his mouth. “One night.”
“One hell of a night.” Kyle’s voice was low and rough with passion. He slipped his fingers past the edge of her panties and along her wet folds, parting her slickness to fondle her swollen clitoris. While he rubbed small circles on her tender flesh, he lightly bit her nipple, and she cried out.
Kyle raised his head, his expression concerned. “Okay?”
“Fantastic,” Natalie panted. “More, please.”
“Anything for you.” He continued to lavish attention on her nipples, all the while working her clit, making her push harder against his hand, seeking release.
