Sinful in Scarlet: The Brothers Duke: Book One by Felicia Greene

Author:Felicia Greene [Greene, Felicia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-09-07T16:00:00+00:00

It feels as if we never stopped speaking to one another. As if we’ve been together every day and night, in soul if not in body.

Thomas tried to push the compelling phrase out of his mind. No words to Dorothea seemed adequate. He always sounded foolish, or as if he had taken leave of his senses. But really–could any of this be described as reasonable? Thomas didn’t care, and was fairly sure he never would.

If it was madness, then let him be mad. Gloriously, unforgivably mad, mad beyond hope of redemption. Mad enough to take the risk of showing Dorothea how hard he was for her, how much the sheer sight of her made him want things he would be too embarrassed to name.

He wouldn’t need to name them, now. He would show her. Show her as soon as he had recovered from the divine feel of her hand on his cock, stroking him through his breeches as if she were born to it. But Dorothea leaned up before he had expected it, pressing her lips to his with sweet, feverish longing, and Thomas found himself drawn into her passion with a thrill of pure delight.

Each kiss was an invitation to more kisses. She shivered in his arms as he drew her closer, her palm tight on his cock as he took possession of her mouth, deep, uncompromising. He had been so hard that night in the curtains–Lord, had that only been last night? It felt like years ago, decades, with nothing to do in the meantime but search for her.

He bit back a growl of pure, sensual satisfaction as he moved to her neck, kissing down to the elegant, rounded curve of her shoulder as she trembled in his arms. Yes, she needed kissing here–kissing everywhere. Dorothea shifted against him, her fingers travelling from the base to the head of his cock with agonising slowness, and Thomas gritted his teeth as the hard points of her nipples grazed his chest.

She wanted him, just as he wanted her. The lingering pleasure evident in her sigh, the delicious response of her body–God, it was all he could do not to pull her to the floor and lose himself completely. Or bend her over his desk, pushing all those damned papers out of the way as he sank himself inside her. There weren’t enough hours in the day to take her all the ways he wanted to take her. Not with all the things he wanted to do–the ways he wanted her to feel.

Dorothea’s soft, delighted cry as he kissed her neck broke through his reverie. She moved her hand to the top of his breeches, clumsily attempting to slide her palm beneath the fabric, and Thomas felt a jolt of lust that threatened to overwhelm him completely.

Enough standing. He couldn’t stand and give her the pleasure she deserved at the same time. Sinking to his knees, ignoring Dorothea’s surprised gasp as he pulled her down with him, Thomas moved to rest against the sturdy side of his mahogany desk.

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