Page 30 of Tantalizing the Duke
His fingers teased with knowing intent, each motion claiming her as his own. “I might be reserved, but I assure you I’m thorough.”
“Yes, you do like things done properly,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering as pleasure stole through her.
“Particularly when it comes to you,” Dainsfield said, watching the way her lips parted at his touch.
Her head fell back, and her laughter had a new edge of longing. “You’ve always been too proper for your own good.”
Dainsfield pulled her closer, claiming her mouth with a kiss that spoke of years of restrained desire, the taste of her more intoxicating than any cyprian party could ever have been.
Milly’s breath came in little gasps, each one a melody to Dainsfield’s ears. He lowered his head, his lips grazing her neck as he murmured, “I thought of myself as your big brother at that party.” Milly’s body stilled beneath his touch, and she lifted her head to meet his gaze, a slow smile spreading across her face.
“A big brother?” she teased, her voice a mix of amusement and disbelief. “You certainly didn’t behave like one.”
His hand paused, savoring the feel of her through the thin fabric. “I didn’t want them taking advantage of you,” he admitted, feeling the weight of years-old emotions finding their way to the surface.
She laughed, a bright, reckless sound. “I loved how each man was different. I didn’t want to give that up.”
He pulled back slightly, searching her face. “Has that changed? Now that you’re married to me?”
Milly caught her breath, her eyes searching his, measuring his intent. The moment stretched between them, full of expectation. She tilted her head, her lips curving into a smile as bold as the declaration that followed. “No man has satisfied me the way you have,” she said, a hint of wonder in her voice. “I suspect love has more to do with orgasms than my cunny.”
Dainsfield absorbed her words, a slow grin lighting up his usually somber features. “You surprise me at every turn, Milly.”
Her smile turned wicked. “I may miss having more than one man at the same time.”
He met her gaze steadily, the playful tension crackling between them like the fire in the hearth. “And if I say that’s not going to happen?”
Milly studied him, delighting in his thoughtful pause, the way his mind worked beneath the handsome facade. She saw the exact moment his expression hardened into determination.
“No,” Dainsfield said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’m a very jealous, very possessive man. I could never allow another to enjoy your body. Not even someone you’ve had before or a friend.”
His words were firm, but they carried an edge of apology. Milly pretended to sigh, a sound of exaggerated woe, as her fingers began to stroke his thigh with calculated intent.
“One man? Oh, the imposition,” she said, her voice layered with humor and desire.
“You seem amused by your fate,” he observed, watching her fingers with rapt attention as they brushed closer to his growing need.
Her hand paused just long enough to make him want more. “Only if that one man is up to the task.” She let her fingers drift over the hardening length of him, her own breath catching as she felt his reaction.
Dainsfield’s eyes darkened with the same possessiveness that colored his words. He lifted one of her breasts from her gown, exposing her to the warmth of the room and his gaze. “I don’t intend to disappoint,” he said, the intensity of his stare matched only by the deftness of his fingers as they teased her nipple to a taut peak.
Milly’s laughter was a joyous sound, full of anticipation and the thrill of his determination. “You’ve much to live up to, husband.”
“I accept the challenge,” Dainsfield replied, sealing his promise with a kiss that claimed her as thoroughly as his hands and his heart. The drawing room and all its elegant trappings seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them, their passion, and the untold possibilities of forever.
Her fingers moved with skillful intent, and he could almost believe she’d forgotten about all those other men. “I don’t like to disappoint you,” Dainsfield said, lifting one of her breasts from her gown, exposing her to the room’s warmth.
Her laughter turned to a soft moan as his fingers found her nipple, teasing it to an aching hardness. “You have so far to go,” she murmured, leaning into his touch.
He smiled at her boldness, a heated promise in his eyes. “I won’t give you reason to regret it, Milly.”
She shivered with pleasure, every touch making her want him more. “You’re very sure of yourself,” she said, though her voice lacked any real challenge.
“Very,” Dainsfield replied, the words a pledge and a provocation. He caught her hand, stilling its progress just long enough to remind her who held the true power. Then he released it, a deliberate invitation that spoke of trust as well as desire.
Milly’s fingers continued their exploration, sparking an urgency in him that was mirrored in her own heightened breaths. “Show me,” she taunted, delight and anticipation mingling in every syllable.
He pulled her closer, kissing her with a passion that had been building from the moment she’d mentioned more than one man. His lips on hers were both a challenge and a surrender, a claiming of her heart and body in a way no words could convey.