Page 83 of Never Besmirch a Wallflower: Dukes and Wallflowers

A sound caught his attention, drawing him from the seduction of Miss Rowe’s mesmeric mouth. They needed to move out of the hallway before someone discovered them.

His hand slid along the wall, seeking his chamber’s door handle. Upon locating the cold metal, Levi grasped the carved brass and pushed, then carried Miss Rowe into the chamber and kicked the door closed.

Startled, she broke the kiss. Her body tensed, and her rounded eyes flew around the dim chamber.

Sensing her distress, Levi set her down and stepped away, leaving a chaste distance between them.

“I thought I heard someone in the corridor. Know that you’re under no obligation, Miss Rowe?—”

“Helena,” she said, twisting her fingers together. “If you’re going to kiss me that way, you should at least use my given name.”

He inclined his head and gestured to himself. “Levi.”

“Not ‘Your Grace?’” A tiny smile cracked her strained visage.

“One doesn’t always possess the capability for respectful titles during passionate moments.”

“I’ve not experienced that phenomenon,” she replied, her gaze returning to the décor. “Is this your chamber?”

“It is.” He gestured at the lavish furnishings. “Since we’re in the room, do you see Mr. Philbert?”

Miss Rowe grinned, the tension in her body visibly ebbing. “I do not.”

“Excellent,” he replied, pointing to the door. “Shall we check the next chamber?”

“Will you kiss me in that room as well?” She sunk her teeth into her lower lip.

“Would you like me to?”

She nodded.

Levi closed the distance between them and crushed her against his body. “I’ll kiss you in every room in this house if that’s what you desire.”

His mouth descended, his tongue pushing past her lips and demanding her breath. Clinging to him, she moaned, melting into his embrace, and he lifted her again, trapping her body between his erection and the door.

“I want to touch you,” he ground out, his mouth moving across her throat. “May I?”

“Mmm,” she replied, her head tilting backward.

Gathering her skirt, he folded the material over her thighs, exposing her upper legs. His fingers slid over her skin, inching toward her center. She jerked.

“I’m not going to ruin you,” he murmured against her lips. “But I will make you yell my name.”

She didn’t move, her blue eyes locking on him as though she were trying to determine if he spoke the truth.

“I trust you,” she said.

He captured her lips, reigniting the passion between them. Then, glacially, he slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers moving toward her apex. Without warning her, he stroked the tip of one finger over her center, and she cried out, breaking the kiss.

Her eyes widened.

Nodding once, he skimmed his finger across her nub again, and her grip on his shoulders tightened. Levi continued his slow pace, moving his fingers back and forth as her hips adopted the same rhythm. Her rocking intensified, her breath coming in short gasps. Levi covered her mouth with his as she orgasmed, thrashing against him.

Once she stopped trembling, he withdrew his hand and set her feet back on the floor.

“I didn’t manage to say your name,” she said, panting.

“You can try again.”