Page 13 of The One With the Wayward Duke (The One With the Wanton Woman #5)

A SHIVER RAN DOWN her exposed spine. She wanted him. His body.

But.

She also wanted his heart. And that was what was causing the slight delay. How could she know this so quickly? What had changed? When did she finally know the truth?

He was a good man. She could see that in all of his actions.

From knowing the shallow version of her to knowing her full depths, his actions didn’t waver.

He still treated her as though she deserved care and protection.

She had nothing to hide from him, nor did she want to hide anything from him.

And more to the point of the moment, she didn’t want anything of him hidden from her.

“Show me what I’ve been missing, Tobias.” His eyes held her gaze, emboldening her. “Show me what I’m dying to know.” He hissed as she realized her hands had instinctively gone up to her breasts and were now squeezing them.

He stood, leaned over and licked one of her nipples. With a soft blow, a stream of cool air penetrated her chest causing her head to roll back. She whispered his name hoping the word would latch onto the stream and embed itself into her core.

“Open your eyes.” He palmed her skull gently. “Watch me.”

Then his breeches slipped to the floor and she saw his manhood. Real. Ruddy. Bobbing toward her. Pictures did no justice in comparison to his cock, and her center throbbed in response to seeing him.

Her fingers trailed up his shoulder and pushed him to sit back down.

She wanted her fill. She wanted to be full of him.

Everything within her was screaming at her to take him in.

Receive him. She straddled him and rose up on her knees.

Watching his hand pump his shaft, she whimpered.

She could feel wetness along her thighs, dripping for him.

He angled the tip so she could move however she wanted, so she brought her entrance to his head and notched it there.

A soft squeal left her body. And she could feel many more vying to be free.

She leaned forward and let his tip kiss her between the folds.

The sensation caused a vibration so strong her breasts started to bounce.

“Uh…uh…Tobias,” she whispered his name as if it held all their secrets because in a way it did. Their darkness had been revealed to each other. Now she wanted the light.

“It’s your move, Freya.”

She slid down his cock, taking him in one inch at a time. Halfway down, she stopped to take a deep breath, while his hands steadied her on her hips. He pressed kisses to her jaw, down her throat, on the corner of her mouth.

The tiniest movement from his cock within her caused her to scream out in pleasure. With his responding groan, she plummeted down his length. “Uh!” Their sounds danced together until she found her hands gripping his head, pulling his lips to hers.

The kiss was hot, deep, and wet. All things at once.

Everything they had, they were giving to each other.

One hand tightened its grip in her hair while the other held her bottom firmly in place against him.

His kisses were explosive, igniting a passion deep within her.

A Pandora’s Box that could never be closed.

She started to move, making a circle with her hips, then the shape of infinity. She was stuffed with him and yet she still couldn’t get enough.

Slowly she raised herself up his shaft, the feeling of her gliding up his long, wet, cock sent shivers racing down her limbs. Her fingers tingled. But when she slammed back down on him, all hope for any sense left the inn.

“Again,” he pleaded with a groan.

She pulled up again, leaning slightly forward to feel his cock rub her nub. “Yes,” she whimpered as she pounded back down onto him.

Then an instinctively erratic rhythm tore through her taking over.

She was pulsating up and down his cock while his fingers dug into her and his mouth worshiped her.

His tongue laved at her nipples, lapping, sucking, nipping.

When he latched his mouth onto her shoulder, she did the same, sucking onto him, wanting to leave her mark on him.

He was her perfectly imperfect man. Jaded. Jilted. Overprotective. Yet, still compassionate. And in all of it, completely loveable. And because she knew first that she loved him, she allowed herself to accept that he might love her. And he was, oh, so loving.

To be loved when you were at your worst was a gift from the universe that didn’t come often. This was a gift she would repay and treasure.

This man was completely worthy of love. And she would tell him that. Soon.

“Freya,” he groaned, meeting her thrust and pushing up into her to go even deeper.

“Uh…Tobias. Yes.” She managed the words in between finding his mouth again. Another sloppy kiss. Hands digging in, holding her even tighter. His tongue swiping down her neck, all the way down, and sucking on her nipple. His eyes locked with her eyes.

His hand moved from squeezing her bottom to feathering lightly against her pearl. With a soft rub there, she could feel her insides turning into pudding. Hot pudding. Scalding hot pudding.

Her eyes grew heavy and her shoulders tensed. There was a heaviness seeping in, taking over her body. Her body almost felt like it was about to faint—

Complete blackness and then white light ripped through her.

She screamed his name as pleasure saturated every cell of her being.

His body tensed and with a grunt, she watched as his neck muscles corded, his eyes closed, and he lifted her off his cock.

He gushed over her belly and she slumped forward.

Her arms draped loosely over his shoulders while his mouth placed soft kisses against her neck and into her hair.

As he held her, she relished the embrace. The exposure. The vulnerability. The compassion. The love.