Page 11 of The One With the Scoundrel of a Duke (Wicked Widows’ League #31)

L UCAS CLEARED HIS THROAT. “I…erm…”

“You weren’t expecting me to say that?”

“No,” he smiled sheepishly at her. “I was not expecting that in the least.”

“A woman must keep her secrets. It makes divulging them at just the right time the most effective.”

“I can attest to that.” He stared at her dumbfoundedly.

So far, Audra was pleased with her choice to follow her instincts. Being rewarded with seeing more dimensions to Lucas was well worth the effort it took to hurdle over some of her fears.

“Shall we play another song?”

She nodded. “Which one?”

“I’ll start, and you follow. Just add in what sounds good to you. We’ll play in the key of C to keep it simple.”

“All right. I’ve never done something like that before.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” And that look in his eyes when he said that to her was the first time since stepping into the room that she felt his physical yearning for her.

It was palpable. But it was like a snowflake floating in the air.

Surely it was there, and it was touchable, but if for one second she thought she could actually hold it, incontrovertibly it would melt.

So instead of reaching for it, she let it float around in the air, appreciating its existence.

Then he started playing. And with each chord progression, it was as though he was adding more snowflakes into their sacred space.

She allowed him to play through a few progressions until she reached out and played a few notes, attempting to create a motif of sorts to go along with the music. She had attempted a few before Lucas applauded her saying that it sounded good.

When he started to sing, she listened to his lyrics closely this time. Noticing the pattern he was repeating in his refrain, she attempted to sing along with him.

Her voice mixed with his and the joining of their voices was the perfect fit.

It was as though their voices were made to blend together.

In the strangest way, she had a sensation that a third voice had joined them; that one added to one made three.

That doing this together made them better than their voices could ever be a part.

The way that he smiled at her seemed to be proof that he heard the same thing.

Their hands continued to play and their voices continued to meld together. Soon his hands were crossing over to the bottom octaves and hers were aching to play in the middle. The overlap of their limbs sent rushes of pleasure through her body, straight to her core.

Their voices were fading and her breaths were coming in harder. She wasn’t alone in that because she noticed the undulations of his chest.

The pace of the song slowed down and more and more they were playing in each other’s octaves.

On each other’s keys. Both pressing down on the same key at the same time.

Her hand rested on his as he played, and then his was atop hers.

Instead of four hands playing, it had melded into three.

And then slowly, two, when she took one hand and trailed it up his arm, his shoulder, his neck, and into his hair.

He took his left hand and hugged it around her waist. His fingers were pressing into her hip. And her core was throbbing. Her nipples were pebbling. Her body was screaming at her to do something. To make more music in a different way. Produce new sounds to add to their music.

When his fingers nudged her hip, she decided to take her biggest leap over fear yet. She decided that taking a chance on physical pleasure was worth it.

Lucas clearly wasn’t looking for anything deeper, so nothing could hurt her. They could seek out comfort and pleasure in each other.

Yes.

This was the right decision. She pulled her skirts up just enough to allow her to swing her left leg over his lap so that she was straddling him as he finished playing the song with one hand.

His groan of pure pleasure, and the bulge she rolled over to reach her current position were thank you enough.

Her nipples trembled in anticipation.

“Lucas,” she whispered as she pressed her core over his hardness, “shall we try another song?”

Both of his hands flew to her bottom and gripped her tightly. His mouth crashed into hers, open, wet. Hot. His tongue swirled into her mouth.

She pulled back in a gasp, her whole body thrumming with need.

“Too much?” he asked breathlessly.

“No,” she panted. “It’s just been so long. Don’t stop, Lucas.” She dove back into his mouth, her hands clinging to his hair. Need pulsating through her as she rocked over his cock.

His kisses were sucking all the oxygen from her lungs and her brain. She couldn’t breathe, but she was desperate for more. Like her whole life depended on kissing him and giving him all that she had.

He gripped her hair and tugged back, exposing her neck and pushing her breasts up. He groaned and a surge of pleasure jolted through her.

His lips were on her neck and one hand was finding its way under her skirts onto her bottom. The sensual skin to skin contact was something she had been missing for so long, and she moaned her approval.

His hand found its way to her bottom and acted as a clamp, holding her in place. The warmth of his hand, the strength, the placement.

“Uhhh…Lucas,” she moaned into the space between them “I love your touch. Hold me tighter.”

His grip deepened and one of his fingers slid down between her cheeks.

She could feel the liquid pooling between her folds and she whimpered.

“How much do you want, Audra?”

She whimpered again, knowing all that she could have.

There was no decision.

She wanted it all.

“Give me your cock, Lucas. I want to wrap myself around you and squeeze you dry.”

Lucas groaned as the hand in her hair flew down to his falls. She took her hands from his hair and pulled her breasts out to put in his face.

“Uh…” he shuddered. “I can’t think with your beautiful breasts in my face.”

“Then put one in your mouth. It’ll help you concentrate on getting your cock out.”

The words were flying out of her mouth from far too many years of waiting.

When his mouth latched onto her nipple she cried out and then clamped her hand over her mouth.

Pleasure shot through her as he sucked on her nipple.

Finally, his breeches were down enough that she could feel the head of his cock pressing through her folds.

She slumped into him, groaning. “I want to suck your cock into my quim, Lucas. Give it to me.”

He took a second from laving on her nipple to say, “I couldn’t deny you anything, Audra.”

Then the bulging head of his shaft was pressing into her.

Everything stopped as they focused on him entering her.

“Lift your skirts,” he panted. “Watch me. Watch your body take me in.”

She moaned her pleasure as she lifted her skirt to watch his cock enter her body.

“Oh God,” her head fell back and she closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes, darling. Watch how you suck me in.”

With great effort, she pulled her eyelids open and tipped her head down to watch. Her forehead pressed against his, their breaths intermingling.

“You’re so big, Lucas.”

“You made me thick, Audra. I’ve never been this thick.”

He was only an inch or two inside and her body was stretching to accommodate his size.

“You’re so wet, darling. Can you take more of me?” He pressed a sloppy kiss to her mouth as she nodded.

His hand on her bottom eased her down a bit, and their groans entwined like individual notes forming a chord. She couldn’t respond. Couldn’t find the words. What she once thought she was in control of no longer existed.

It was Lucas giving her instructions, taking command of her body. Even though she was on top, she was responding to his every movement, every word.

“Watch,” he gritted the prompt out at her again. Not realizing she had thrown her head back, she forced herself to look at their joined bodies.

It was the single most erotic sight she had ever witnessed. And neither one of them had come yet.