Page 29 of Lily and the Duke
She gasped. “Hazel has a son?”
Gabriel nodded. “Your nephew, Andrew.”
“Oh, thank God.” Lily’s breasts quickly rose and fell, tears of happiness glistening in her eyes. “Thank God. And thankyoufor telling me all this.”
“You are very welcome.” Gabriel eyed her searchingly. “Have your parents never tried to learn their daughter’s fate? Has your sister never contacted you to reassure you of her marriage and motherhood?”
The happiness faded from her expression. “If Hazel had ever tried, my parents would have ensured no word of her safety ever reached me. They have disowned her and refuse to so much as speak her name,” Lily added bleakly.
“They might not feel the same way ifIwere to introduce them to the Comte and Comtesse de Villere.”
“Probably not,” Lily conceded. “But kind though your offer is, I would never ask Hazel to put herself and her family through such a false reconciliation. It is enough for me to know that my sister is happy and loved.”
Gabriel hated the bleak look he could now see in her eyes.
He stepped forward again to take one of her gloved hands and lifted it so that his lips could press against the warmth of her palm. “Tell me what I can do or give directly to you that will make your own life more comfortable?”
“You have already given me enough comfort by telling me of my sister’s happiness.”
His mouth twisted. “That is not the sort of comfort I meant, and you know it.”
She looked at him from beneath lowered lashes. “I also know I prefer it when you make my lifeuncomfortable. Deliciously so,” she reminded huskily.
Gabriel’s tension eased as he took note of the return of the feverish glitter in her eyes and the flush to her cheeks. His cock swelled inside his pantaloons as he watched Lily’s tongue moisten first her top lip and then the bottom one.
When he looked up, it was to find her heated gaze fixed upon his own slightly parted lips.
Gabriel’s breath caught in his throat at the desire he read in that shining gaze. Desire for him. For the pleasure Lily knew he could give her with his hands and mouth.
“Did you really come here to berate me for my error in judgment?” he prompted softly.
“I believed at the time I did…” She gave a rueful smile. “Now, I am not so sure. Maybe I just wished to see you again? Two days is a very long time.”
He nodded. “I am sorry for that. But I assure you, I am doing everything within my power to bring that time to an end.”
Lily eyed him shyly. “I am here now.”
“So you are.” Gabriel claimed her mouth, as he had longed to do since the moment he saw her again.
Not one kiss, but many. Those kisses quickly became heated, the two still kissing hungrily when Gabriel lifted Lily in his arms and carried her across the room to lay her down on the chaise in front of the window.
“Any people walking by will be able to see us,” Lily pointed out.
Gabriel stood up to release the ties on the drapes before pulling them across the windows, throwing the room into darkness. “Iwish to see you.” He moved to light a candle on the fireplace. A warm glow instantly lit the room. “Every delicious inch of you,” he murmured as he sat beside her on the chaise. “May I?” His hands rested on the hem of her gown.
“Please,” she invited, knowing she had been longing for this, for Gabriel to touch her again, since they were last together.
Her gaze remained fixed on the hunger in Gabriel’s face as he slowly pushed the skirt of her gown up her thighs. She enjoyed the heady power of watching such a usually emotionally remote gentleman looking at her with passion and desire, his cheeks flushed, his eyes feverish.
She gasped when she felt the caress of his long fingers touching her heated fleshinsidethe slit of her drawers. She gasped even louder when the soft pad of his thumb pressed against and then stroked a sensitive nubbin amongst her folds.
“It is called your clitoris,” Gabriel explained gruffly. “It is a bundle of sensitive nerves, but I believe it can best be described as being like a tiny penis. In that the stroking and pressing of fingers against it”—he paused when Lily’s hips rose to increasethe pressure of those pleasurable manipulations—“can give a woman great pleasure.”
If anything, it was a pleasure more intense than when Gabriel had touched her breasts. Addictively so, as Lily’s hips began to undulate in a chase to capture that pleasure. She groaned when Gabriel removed his fingers, but her eyes widened when he lifted those fingers to his lips and licked the glistening juices from their tips.
Lily licked her own lips. “How can you— Is that—”
“The juices of your arousal are delicious,” he assured. “One day I should like you to taste my release in the same way.”
