Free Her Mystery Duke by Natasha Blackthorne Page A

blood, filling his cock. He shouldn’t do
anything about it. He ought to just say goodbye and leave. “Jeanne, you know I
am leaving soon.”
     
    * * * *
     
    A cold, heavy weight settled in Jeanne’s chest. But why? It
was best if David went on his way as soon as possible. “Yes, you must leave
soon.”
    “I shall never return. There’s no room for you in my life.”
His absolute tone left no doubt he spoke the truth
    The weight in her chest pressed harder. “Goodness. What’s
all this about?”
    He rubbed her shoulders gently. Just the slightest touch yet
thrills passed through her, stiffening her nipples. “I want to feel your
softness beneath me. I want to put my cock in you.”
    “Oh.” The image his words provoked was unbearably beguiling.
Her breathing quickened and heat began to pool deep in her belly.
    “At least once. Otherwise, I think I shall go mad wondering
what it would have been like.”
    “Yes.” She licked her lips. “I think I would too.”
    “Would you really, darling?” Desire vibrated in his deep
tone. No one had ever looked at her like he was staring at her now. As though
he would consume her whole.
    A thrill raced through her, making her nipples even tighter.
    She nodded slowly.
    He frowned. “But you are so young. You seem to be such a
sweet, caring girl. I don’t want to give you the impression we shall have a
grand romance.”
    She laughed. “I should think the way you phrased the request
fairly squelched any illusions of romance.”
    “I just do not want any misunderstandings.”
    That he should worry about a girl like her…None of her other
lovers had troubled themselves too deeply over the matter of her heart. She
scoffed. “Don’t worry. I do not long for any romances cluttering up my life.”
    “Well, then.” He caressed her shoulders again. Awkwardness
hung between them.
    “David, I don’t expect anything further from you. I don’t
even know who you really are.” She waited. He said nothing. She understood.
They were nothing to each other but temporary lovers. There was no need for any
formal introductions. In fact, it was better this way. She touched his face.
“But I do want this. I want you.”
    Though his fever was broken, his gaze blazed hotter.
Something about this moment, about the look in his eyes, about the sudden
elation in her heart, tugged at her. It was one of those once-in-a-lifetime
moments that she’d always read about but never believed in. She didn’t believe
it now.
    To chase the silly notion away, she laughed.
    Something predatory flashed in his gaze. He locked his hand
about her wrist. The suddenness of his action made her gasp. Arousal pulsed
through her and she went limp. He took her wrists and pulled them behind her
then transferred them to one hand.
    Her heart warbled the space of a beat or two then sprinted
into a dizzying tempo. He brought his mouth down on hers. His lips pressed
hers, hard, demanding.
    She was spinning inside, all her bones melting. Her legs
buckled. He shifted their weight, supported her against his powerful frame. She
opened to him and he plunged his tongue into her. He kissed her so deeply that
she was drowning in it.
    He broke the kiss and she gulped for air. With his pupils
dilated, his eyes were dark and heavy-lidded. He released her wrists then
grasped her by the shoulders and propelled her backwards.
    She allowed it, stumbling along.
    “Stop,” he said softly. She obeyed. He slid his hands down
then plucked her shift upwards until she was bared to the waist. He lifted her.
      Her bottom landed on
something hard. The tabletop.
    He touched her quim then slid two fingers into her
slickness.
    His groan was deep, rough.
    He pushed her shoulders back and then placed his hands under
her bottom and lifted her again, moving her body until her arse hung over the
edge. The sense of being suspended in air tingled through her. His large hands
spanned from her hip to the edge of her buttocks. He gripped her tighter