Free The Duke and Miss Christmas by Amelia Grey Page A

letting his hand slip down to her buttocks, where he cupped her and urged her against his hardness. His other hand slid up her chest to caress her breast. Delight seared through her, flooding her with extraordinary sensations as he gently squeezed and flattened his palm against her breast.
    Gwen moaned softly at the exploding pleasure filling her. Without conscious effort her chest lifted, giving him better access. She felt as if she’d been yearning to be touched like this by him since they first met.
    Her stomach, her abdomen, and between her legs tightened at the thrilling spirals of need rippling through her. Desire like she’d never experienced cascaded through her and seemed to settle at the core of her womanhood.
    Their kisses became more passionate with each second that passed. His tongue lightly stroked in and out of her mouth, teasing her, filling her with a hunger she wanted to explore and understand. Without doubt, this was the man she wanted explaining and teaching her all about desire and wanting to be fulfilled.
    â€œTell me to stop this madness right now and see you home, Miss Christmas,” he whispered against her lips.
    â€œI have no intentions of doing that.”
    â€œI didn’t need to hear that right now.”
    â€œDidn’t you tell the footman to take the long way home?”
    Crispin chuckled into her mouth. “Of course I did.”
    Gwen’s heart soared. “Then kiss me, Sir Ogre.”
    â€œI have no problem kissing you; it’s the other things I want to do to you that have me worried.”
    â€œI’m not. I have no reservations.”
    â€œI have one or two,” he admitted.
    His admission caused her a moment of hesitation. She was not without some reservation after all. She knew the gravity of what would happen if she became in the family way.
    Even though she was already lost to the sensual world he’d eased her into, they could go forward or back away. He was not forcing her to do anything. She appreciated that, but she loved him with all her heart. She wanted him to be the one to introduce her to the joys that his kisses and touches had promised. It would scandalize her entire family if they found out, but he was worth the risk.
    She surrendered to him and whispered, “I know what I’m feeling and what I want.”
    Crispin’s lips came down on hers with such passion that for a moment it stole her breath. The intensity of it thrilled her. She matched his eagerness as her hands tangled in his hair and he pressed her tightly to him. Their lips and tongues met, clashed, and clung together. No more words were wanted or needed.
    Crispin helped her drop to the ground and he quickly spread his cloak before laying her back on it. With frenzied movements of their hands working together, the bodice of her dress and her undergarments were shoved off her shoulder and the hem of her skirt was pulled up to her waist. With nimble fingers he freed her breast from its confines. For a second she felt the cold air, but then he covered her nipple with his warm mouth. Gwen sucked in an excited breath. His tongue teased and played with her breast. Waves of immense pleasure coursed through her as she pressed the back of his head to her bosom and gave herself up to the sensations his lips and hands were causing.
    His mouth left her breast and he kissed her chest, the hollow of her throat, and the crook of her neck so fiercely she felt he was trying to devour her. She accepted all his passion and gave it back to him. Her drawers were pushed down, his trousers were undone, and his knee parted her legs. She opened to Crispin, the man she knew she loved. His body bore down on hers, thrusting, probing. He kissed her and brushed his hand across her breast. Then suddenly in a single motion, with a sharp burning pain, he was inside her, filling her, making them one. His kiss swallowed her gasp of surprise.
    â€œShh.… It’s over now,” he