The Daring Debutante: A Duchess Society Novella (The Duchess Society Book 8) by Tracy Sumner

Author:Tracy Sumner [Sumner, Tracy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: WOLF Publishing
Published: 2024-07-12T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

WHERE A COUPLE NAVIGATE TENDER FEELINGS

When he reached his bedchamber, Nigel nudged the door open with his boot. Crossing to the center of the room, he gently settled Arabella to the floor. His curtains were fluttering madly in the gusts ripping through the windows. They were a pale, milky white velvet, unlike current fashion dictated, giving the space a hauntingly serene feel.

When she was steady on her feet, he stepped back, allowing her the choice to leave him. To say no. To pick someone else. To change her mind about him.

He wasn’t noble. She’d created a fictional man in her mind. That silly nitwit Ambrose was closer to her dream than he was. She didn’t want to know the things Nigel had done to survive. And he didn’t want to tell her.

She trailed her hand up his jaw and tapped his temple. “Stop it, darling man.”

Grabbing her wrist, he pressed a kiss to her palm. Bit into the fleshy heel of her hand while wondering what she looked like beneath those pesky layers. “Last chance, Bell.” Though he truly wondered if he’d let her leave.

Maybe if she begged.

When he prayed she’d beg for other things.

Releasing an age-old, knowing smile, she turned, presenting her back. The row of hooks and ties holding her gown in place invited his touch. Although his hands were shaking, a novel sensation, he didn’t pretend ignorance of the bindings. His experience was what it was. His past was what it was. His feelings for this wondrous woman were what they were.

As he’d been told a thousand times by his father, a man didn’t choose.

Love chose you.

Unexpectedly, like a blow to the head.

To reclaim a trace of control, he teased her during the process. Ten hair clips, his lips dusting the nape of her neck with the removal of each. A kiss to any exposed patch of skin with each hook released on her gown. One tie, one nibble. Earlobe, shoulder, wrist. Until he was on his knees, her gown puddling around her ankles and flowing over his boots. Then he stood and started again. Eyelets on her corset, drawstrings on her drawers. Caresses followed each advance in her unveiling.

Until she stood swaying, her breath rasping from her lips, her skin littered with goosebumps and a fine sheen of sweat.

In nothing but a gossamer chemise that left little to his imagination.

She was slender and slightly taller than he’d recalled. Shapely, but in the most graceful fashion. He grabbed a handful of her gorgeous, flaxen hair and brought it to his nose. She smelled of lemons and lust.

Leaving Nigel worried he wasn’t going to last long enough to pleasure her.

Therefore, he formulated a plan.

Pressing his chest to her back, he filled his hands with her surprisingly plump breasts, her nipples pebbling beneath his thumbs. She curved into him, nestling his cock against her bottom. He held back a groan with every scrap of his strength. “I’m going to make you come before I remove one stitch of my clothing, imp.

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