“Duncan.” Her voice was full of heat and need. Something within him broke. He put his arms around her, moving her backward—to where, he couldn’t say—and her legs went around his waist. The heat of her and the friction of her body against his hard cock drove him mad. He moved unthinkingly until she rested against the wall of the summerhouse, legs still wound about him, her kiss fierce and demanding.
He broke free, kissing her neck, her ear, feeling her shiver with need. “God, I want you,” he murmured as he tore open her shirt to kiss down her chest.
“I want you more,” she said, raising her arms so he might strip the shirt off her. She wore a front-lacing corset underneath, and his mouth went dry as her pale breasts rose and fell at the edge of the cups containing them. Duncan kissed their softness, and as he bent, her feet lowered to the floor. He moved down her body, kissing her belly then reaching for the fall of her breeches.
Odd to undress a woman in men’s clothing, but he rather liked the novelty. He opened the fall of the breeches and slid them over her hips.
He hissed in a breath when he realized she wore nothing underneath them.
“My boots,” she murmured, and he pulled them off then reached for the breeches again, peeling them down until she could kick them off. Now she wore nothing but the corset. He traced her small waist, the flare of her hips, the soft thatch of curls between her legs. He kissed her there, and she moaned. She parted her legs and in the sliver of light from the lamp, he could see the sweet darkness waiting for him.
He inhaled her scent and used his tongue to explore. Her hands clutched at his hair as he found the place he was looking for. Her hips bucked, and he took hold of them, feeling how she vibrated with need.
With his tongue, he parted her folds, found the small nub that would give her the pleasure she sought, and sucked. She cried out, hands in his hair hurting as she clenched at him. He sucked again then withdrew and teased and licked.
She called his name, whispered it like a prayer, and then said nothing as her entire body contracted and the orgasm overtook her. Duncan didn’t wait for it to pass. He slid back up her body, unfastened his own trousers and hauled up his shirt. His cock, hard and ready, pushed against her, and he looked down at her hazy eyes, waiting for permission.
“I want to be inside you,” he said.
“Yes,” she answered. “Please.”
Her limp arms went around his shoulders, and he lifted her legs around his waist as he slipped inside her.
Her head fell back as soon as he entered her, her breasts coming free of the top of the now loose corset. Her dusky nipples tipped upward as he thrust deeper inside her.
She was wet and hot, her muscles still contracting from the pleasure he’d just given her. He rested his hands on the wall behind her and thrust deep then moved slowly against that most sensitive part of her, their bodies locked together.
She moaned as he made small motions, gradually increasing the intensity until he was panting. She locked eyes with him. “Yes,” she said. “Like that. Oh, God.”
He could feel her clenching around him, held his own pleasure back. This was no easy feat. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman, but he was mesmerized by the look on her face. She was a beautiful woman, but as she climaxed, she looked radiant. Her cheeks flushed, her mouth opened, her nipples hardened. And then she was crying out and pulling him closer, her inner muscles like a glove squeezing him until he didn’t know if he could resist.
With a growl, he lowered her to the ground, turned, and came in his own hand, his seed hot and wet against his hand. He went to his knees and felt her hand on his back. She was lying on the floor, her breath coming quickly. He fell down beside her, staring up at the roof of the summerhouse.
“That was...amazing,” she whispered.
He heard the truth of it in her voice. He’d pleased her and received no small pleasure in return. Even now, the last vestiges of his orgasm were pulsing through him. He waited for a feeling of satisfaction to float over him.
And waited.
He’d had Lucy Galloway. He’d been wanting her for months and months.
And yet, something was missing. Clearly, she was pleased. He glanced at her, feeling his desire build again as his gaze roved over her well-shaped legs, her breasts still peeking out of her corset, her swollen lips. Her arms were thrown up in complete surrender. His cock began to harden again, and he knew he could have her again. He could edge those legs open and slide into her, and she’d welcome him.
His body wanted her, but his mind rejected another bout of lovemaking.
She lowered her hands and made quick work of the laces on her corset, shedding the garment. Duncan watched her, feeling his mouth go dry. She was impossibly beautiful. He wanted to explore every inch of her with his hands and his mouth.
She rolled toward him, her hand sliding down to his partially erect cock. “More?” she asked, and he wanted to say yes. He wanted to let her stroke him until he was hard and throbbing, then pull her on top of him and watch her breasts bounce as she rode him to another orgasm. He had a feeling she knew how to move her hips in such a way that he would be begging her for more.
But he heard himself say, “No.” And then he took her wrist and moved her hand away. He stood, pulled his trousers up and fastened them, running a hand through his hair.
Lucy stood too, seemingly unselfconscious about her nudity. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”
He shook his head. “You didn’t do anything. I don’t know what’s wrong.”
But he did. He did know.
He turned to her. She was too clever, too perceptive not to see he was hiding something. She took his hand. “You do know.”
