Page 71 of Winning Her Duke

“Impatient.” He shook his head. “I should have expected as much.”

Yes, he should have.

They had been friends for some time now, and she was never pleased to have to wait for anything. Definitely not something so exquisite.

He relented. Slipping two fingers into her, he curved them just so to touch a blessedly wonderful place inside her she hadn’t known existed. His tongue moved in concert with what his fingers were doing and it resulted in a quick building of pleasure.

But unlike the shallow pulses she’d managed to eke out of her body while alone in her bed, this grew to become something much bigger. Crashing waves of desire rolling over her. Sweeping her away. When she thought it was over, another would strike until finally the storm of waves settled into a more peaceful tide. Her breathing calmed and her body felt heavy.

But as the passion waned, she knew she had not experienced everything. His cock lay hard and heavy against her hip as he repositioned himself to kiss her.

“We should stop now, before it is too late,” he said the exact opposite of what she’d been thinking.

She shook her head.

“No. I want you. All of you. Please.”

“There would be no going back. I can’t—”

“Please. This is what I want.”

She may not have known the proper way to seduce a man, but this man—her Jeremy—responded immediately. And when he rolled on top of her, and she felt him enter her body she knew this could not have been stopped.

She didn’t want to stop.

*

Hale had never had a home to speak of. Not really.

He’d been moved about from property to property strategically situated so not to become attached to anyone or anyplace.

Even the house in which he lived now—just a few steps away—wasn’t a real home. It was another property, entailed to him with his title. But as empty as those he’d grown up in, despite all the people about.

It wasn’t until he’d joined his body with Gia’s that he finally knew what coming home was like. How it felt to be the complete opposite of alone.

Hearing her gasps and his name—his real name—on her lips opened him up and allowed her inside where no one had ever been. He felt vulnerable, but alive.

He had someone. He had Gia. She knew him and wanted him. Accepted him when so few had.

As much as his primal need urged him to claim her as his, he realized he knew Gia just as intimately. She would never belong to anyone else. She would give herself to him, but remain her own person. Always.

He smiled at the thought, his lips brushing her neck where her pulse beat.

This was what he wanted. Needed.

Her.

“Jeremy,” she whispered. “I think it is going to happen again.”

His smile grew. Pride warred with happiness.

“Then let’s see that it does, shall we?” Putting his hand between them he found the place where his touch would launch her into oblivion.

She cried his name repeatedly as she throbbed around him and he knew he was too close to prolong this pleasure any longer, no matter how much he might wish to.

He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep in her body as he climaxed, but his larger concern was her.

With an effort that could only come from protecting someone who one loved, he pulled out of her in time to spend in the straw.