Page 78 of The Duke's Virgin
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Luka lifted his lids and gave me a lazy smile. “There’s the treat I ordered for you.”
I could barely think past the burn of lust riding me. “Treat?”
“Hmmm. After we refuel, I’m going to return the favor you just did me.” His lids tracked down over my body, lingering on the curls between my thighs. “Maybe you can even talk dirty to me, beg me to eat your pussy.”
I blushed so brightly red, it almost hurt.
Luka chuckled and stood. “Let me use my robe. Get in the bed and cover up.”
On autopilot, I did as asked and watched as he slid into the robe and walked out of the room. “Coming!”
Struggling to regain control of my breathing, I closed my eyes and pressed my left cheek into the pillow, relishing the soft, cool material against my skin.
A sound had me opening my eyes, and I only barely managed to contain my squawk of surprise when an unfamiliar man pushed a cart into the room, one laden with a champagne bottle chilling in an ice bucket, several flutes, and a covered dish. He didn’t even look at me as he swept the metal dome of the top off the dish and bowed to Luka.
“Perfect,” Luka said in flawless French, giving the man a short nod. “Thank you.”
As the man hustled out, Luka picked up the champagne, all ready uncorked, and poured. Trepidation tripped through me, and I sat up slowly, watching him.
He shot me a look, still grinning, although the smile started to fade when he saw me.
“Not fond of champagne? I thought I saw you enjoying a glass the night we met.”
“Oh, well, I like champagne,” I hedged, then immediately wished I’d lied and claimed I’d been drinking a champagne cocktail of some sort that first night. Too late now. “I just…well, it’s a mood thing. I’m not much in the mood right now.”
Luka chuckled. “You will be after you try one sip of this, trust me. It’s nectar from the gods.”
He brought two glasses around, along with the dish that had been on the cart, and I saw it was full of fat, ripe strawberries.
Strawberries and champagne.
My heart hiccupped even as the nerves twisting my gut drew into ever tighter knots.
“Here.” Luka extended his hand, offering one of the glasses, and out of habit, I took it.
Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I wondered if maybe I’d luck out at thisverymoment and get hit with a case of morning—or in my case, evening sickness. Then I could just claim…something. Exhaustion. Food poisoning. Even the stomach flu, if I had to.
But none of the nausea I hoped for made an appearance, and worse, as I stared at the ripe, lush berries, my belly gurgled in demand.
“Take a sip, Stacia,” Luka urged.
“I’m not in the mood for champagne.”
He eyed me curiously, lifting the glass to his lips before leaning over and kissing me.
The kiss was tart and sweet at the same time, and the taste of champagne on his lips was divine, no doubt. As he pulled back, I licked my lips and tried to blank my face. “I think you like the taste of it just fine.” He dipped a strawberry into his glass and lifted it to my lips, but I turned my head.
Frustrated, I put the flute down and rose from the bed, forgetting I was completely naked until I felt his eyes burning over me. There was more than just lust in his gaze, though.
I’ll distract him,I told myself, desperation working its way in.
I moved over to him and plucked his flute away, putting it down by mine, but when I went to straddle him, he caught my hips and held me steady in front of him.
“Something’s wrong,” he said in a level voice.
“No.” I shook my head a little too quickly.
