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Page 16 of Defying the Duke

Uncrossing his arms, he brought his hands to the desk on either side of him, essentially blocking her ability to read the lefthand pages of the ledger. All she wanted at that moment was for him to kiss her the way he’d described, the way he had the other day.

Dinah looked up at him, searching his features for clues to his thoughts. She should say something witty, but words escaped her.

Her breath left her, too, when she saw the fire burning in Abingdon’s gaze. It lit something in her, passion and hunger swelling within her chest. She sucked in air, and his gaze went to her breasts.

He brushed a knuckle over her hardened nipple, and she thought she’d shatter at the ripple of pleasure coursing through her. His hand left her breast to palm the back of her neck, his thumb resting on her pulse. “Your heart is racing.”

Dinah closed her eyes, focusing on his gentle touch. She should stop him, but she wanted more. She sensed his nearness just before his mouth found hers. He was gentle this time, then he nipped her lower lip with a growl. “I cannot resist you. Is this okay?”

“I—we—the guard…”

“I sent him away for a bit.”

The admission told her he planned to seduce her, and nothing had ever pleased her more. He desired her as much as she wanted him. Had he missed her like she had missed him?

His finger traced the edge of her neckline, then slid beneath to explore her flesh. She arched into his touch, encouraging, no, wordlessly begging him to continue. He broke the kiss and whispered against the corner of her lips, “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered back, then nibbled his lower lip the way he had hers.

He found her nipple and flicked his finger on the hardening bud, then he pulled his hand free of her gown and tugged her sleeve off her shoulder. He bared her breast before lifting her from the chair and setting her on the desk.

Dinah braced her arms on the desktop, arching her back to offer her naked breast to him again, needing so much more of his touch there…and everywhere. When he flicked his tongue against the nipple, she gasped.

He chuckled softly. “Do you like this?”

“Yes,” she answered, unable to say anything more. All her concentration was on enjoying the feelings he was stirring inside her, the sensations he was causing on her skin.

“I do, too.” He drew her entire breast into his mouth, kneading it with his tongue before pulling back and grating his teeth against the nipple. She shivered. The sensation was sharp, gloriously painful, and quickly gone. His tongue began to toy with the hardened nub as his hands smoothed down her legs.

He found her hem and his hands slipped under her gown, stroking gently up her stockings to her knees. He parted her knees and stood between them, lifting her gown to bare her lower legs, then her thighs as he explored higher.

Dinah’s heartbeat raced.

When his thumbs brushed the bare skin above the tops of her stockings, she found herself opening her legs to him, needing more but not understanding what. His thumbs moved higher still as his hands curved around her thighs, gently stroking up her hips and down again.

Abingdon pushed her gown above her hips and stepped back to look at her.

She was bared to him, parts of her no one had seen, and the look in his eyes made her feel beautiful. The desperate need she saw in him was intoxicating.

“So exquisite,” he murmured.

Then he sat in her chair and rolled between her legs.

“What are you—?”

Before she could finish, he showed her what he would do. He kissed the flesh of one thigh just above her stocking, then the other, and back to the first. Each kiss went higher up her leg, bringing him closer to the place that had begun to throb. When he reached her apex, he pushed the insides of her knees to spread her more.

Dinah leaned back, resting on her elbows, uncertain what she was supposed to do but knowing he’d show her. She was on fire, and only he could save her from this desperate need.

His thumbs opened the soft folds of her flesh, and then his tongue—oh, what his tongue did! Licking the moist skin, circling the point where she throbbed with want of his touch, and then he flicked the tip of his tongue on her nub, and she nearly shattered.

“Oh,” she cried out.

“Shh, darling. Let it happen.”

Her hands grasped at the desktop, searching for something to support her, crushing the papers she’d been working on. Her elbows collapsed, and she fell back, rocking her hips upward against his mouth. She felt the tip of his finger press against her opening, and she thrust against it. A brief pain was forgotten as quickly as it appeared as his tongue continued its magic, bathing, and strumming. His finger filled her, stroking her slick passage, and suddenly she could take no more.

Dinah bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as her body shattered and her mind exploded. She continued to rock against him as her skin grew sensitive, seeking just a little more pleasure.

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