Page 70 of The Duchess Debt

She lifted her arm to wrap it around his neck behind her, causing her to arch her back and thrust out her breasts toward the shadows. “That a wife isn’t expected to enjoy her marriage bed? That she should never attempt seduction?” Her other hand dangling at her side grabbed her skirt and peeled it up her legs to her thighs. “That she should never express her wants or acknowledge her pleasure?”

With a low growl, he slid his palms down her bare legs, then slipped them between her inner thighs and slowly caressed upward until he reached her curls. He raked his fingers teasingly through them.

“That she should never make any kind of wanton noise.” A low moan came from her lips and made her point. “Not even if it feels good.” When he slid his fingers through her satiny folds and teased at her hot core, she whimpered. “Oh, that feels soverygood!”

He chuckled against her nape and slowly caressed back and forth along her feminine lips, which were already soaked and slippery with arousal. He nudged his knee between her legs and eased them further apart to give him more access to the most intimate part of her. Encouraged by the way her breath turned into soft pants, he stroked faster and deeper into her crevice until he slid two fingers inside her tight warmth, and her panting changed into a series of low mewlings.

He groaned. Sweet Lucifer, she felt exquisite, already hot and wet in anticipation of having his cock buried deep inside her. They were perfectly matched physically; she brought him such pleasure that even now he trembled at just the thought of having her body clenching eagerly around his. But it was the emotional attraction between them that shook him to his core, because no matter how wonderful his release, he felt even more pleasure at being able to bring her to her own breath-taking bliss.

“Do you think she’ll tell you to lie perfectly still and not move?” he taunted as he circled the curl of her ear with his tongue.

Playing along with their wanton game, she wiggled her hips against his hand in both jesting and in silent begging for him to increase the intensity of his stroking. He gladly obliged, thrusting his fingers deeper and teasing at her clit with his thumb. A hot shiver swept through her in response, so intense that the tiny muscles inside her clenched hard around his fingers and caused him to catch his breath.

“Most likely,” she panted out as she eagerly thrust her hips forward to meet each stroke of his fingers, “she’ll say to…to close my eyes…and think…of England.”

“Dear God,” he growled with a punishing nip to her earlobe. “I hope you’re not thinking of England when I’m inside you.”

“When you’re inside me, my love,” she said huskily and leaned over the reading table on one forearm while she pulled her skirt up to her lower back, “all I think about is you.” She tilted her bare bottom toward him in wicked invitation. “Nothing but you.”

Gabe’s restraint snapped. He yanked open his fall and shoved her legs further apart with his knee. From behind, he positioned his engorged cock against her core, grabbed her hips with both hands, and stepped forward with a hard thrust to bury his aching length inside her tight warmth.

She gasped at having him inside her so quickly, only for the sound to mellow into a low moan of sheer pleasure.

He held still for a moment, uncertain despite the hard breaths pouring from his chest and the way she writhed beneath him, her hands clasping at the table for purchase. In all their bouts of lovemaking during the past few weeks, he’d never taken her in this position before and never with such pure animalneed. Despite her desire for such rough love play, he knew he should stop now. She wasn’t some courtesan or widow with years of experience and knowledge about sex; in many ways, she was still innocent to all the pleasures that men and women could share together, and the last thing he wanted her to do was think of him as a lust-crazed beast…even if he was when it came to her. At the very least he should turn her around to face him, to make love to her in a way more like what gentlemen and wives—

“Gabe, please,” she protested at his stillness, as if reading his mind.

Shifting slightly so her bottom nested securely against his hips, she placed her palms flat on the tabletop and began to bump her buttocks against his pelvis in small little thrusts that lightly pulsed his hard cock inside her. All his senses fled until he knew nothing more than how hot and wet she was, how tight yet yielding, how eager to have him thrusting into her in this exciting new way.

“Take me like this.” A whimper of frustration fell from her lips, and she stepped her legs apart to further widen her stance. “Hard, fast…please.”

A groan of capitulation tore from the back of his throat. Unable to resist her begging mewlings and her unschooled movements that simply seduced him, he wrapped his arms around her to keep her bottom pressed tightly against him and swirled his hips to bring himself as deeply inside her as the position allowed. He half lay across her back as he rocked himself into her, enjoying the deep plunging slide and smooth retreat of their joined bodies and reveled in the wanton joy of taking her from behind.

“Like this?” He licked his tongue down her spine and circled his hips against her bottom.

“Oh, yes! Exactly like—”

He devilishly gave a single, hard and deep thrust that stole her voice away, then moved his cock inside her in a series of little pulses. He repeated the movement and thrilled at her body’s response to the steady rhythm, how it knew exactly when to relax to welcome the deep plunges, how it knew when to clench around him to savor the pulses. “Not like this, then?”

A plaintive whimper of raw need answered him, unable in her shaking desire to form anything more coherent. But she didn’t have to. Her fingers splaying wide on the desktop for leverage and her buttocks pushing back hard against each thrust of his pelvis told him exactly what she begged for. Not pausing as he rocked his hips against hers, he reached around to stroke her from the front and teased his fingers against her clit.

Her hips bucked up from the table as a wonderful shudder of anticipation swept through her.

“Oh, yes!” Her hands gripped the table top as she strained her body against his, coming precariously close to finding her release. He could feel it building inside her like the tension of a coiling spring. “Only you, Gabe… All I want is your love…”

“You have me, darling.” He stroked her clit again, grinding his thumb against the throbbing little nub until her thighs clenched, until the tiny muscles inside her clenched like a vise around his cock, until her breath tore from her lungs in fierce release—

Throwing back her head and arching her back, she came with a throaty cry of pure joy. Her body spasmed beneath his, and she collapsed limply against the table even as her folds continued to flex around him from residual waves of pleasure.

For a long moment, Gabe didn’t move, keeping his arms wrapped around her and letting himself enjoy the exquisite sensation of being inside her while pleasure flowed through her. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit back a groan. The temptationof spilling himself inside her warmth, of bringing this last unshared carnal intimacy to her, nearly overwhelmed him.

But he couldn’t. Not yet. Soon—this time tomorrow, in fact, when they were wed in every inseparable way. But until then… Forcing down an aching pang of regret, he began to slide out from between her legs.

“No!” Helena grabbed the edge of the table with her hands and slammed back against him, driving him deep inside her again with a shudder.

She squirmed her buttocks tightly against him until he was once more inside her to the hilt, keeping him frustratingly hard inside her. He sucked in a pained breath of restraint through clenched teeth.

“I want you inside me…all of you.” She looked at him over her shoulder, and there was no mistaking what she meant. “Allof you, Gabe.”