Trapping a Duchess by Michele Bekemeyer

Author:Michele Bekemeyer [Bekemeyer, Michele]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Fiction, General, cookie429, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9781453763605
Google: d-yecQAACAAJ
Amazon: B009M91NGK
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2010-08-09T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Sophie struggled to keep control while blood coursed through her veins like molten fire. Breasts full and achy, her nipples pushed against her chemise in a manner that both abraded and aroused. She fought against the pleasure, against the knee weakening desire he was awakening with every expert stroke. Then he angled his head and deepened the kiss, and her wits scattered like dandelions in the wind. His hands molded over the curves of her body, his firm grip warming her from the top of her head to the tips of her slippered toes. His tongue stroked against hers, a silken, tantalizing caress that sent fire raging between her thighs. Strong hands drifted to the small of her back where his fingers splayed, momentarily, before continuing their journey downward and firming around her bottom. He backed her against the trellis wall, trapping her hands behind her and as he stared deep into her eyes.

“Christ, Sophie,” he rasped through uneven breaths.

The blaspheme was disregarded when he leaned forward and nibbled her earlobe, bringing pleasure-filled goose bumps to her arms. The buds of her nipples pulled painfully tight. She hadn’t the slightest idea of how to ease their ache, knew only that her body was desperate for more touching, more kissing, more of him pressed against her. Everywhere.

“If you won’t tell me what you want, then let’s start with what you like.” He took her hands in his, raising them above her head and clasping both her wrists in one of his. His fingers ran down her throat to her scooped neckline, toying with the thin material. “For example, do you like this,” he asked, dipping inside. He rolled her nipple between his fingertips, spearing threads of pleasure through her. The sensation made her feel wanton, wicked and wonderful.

And tongue-tied as a half-wit, apparently. Unable to voice her affirmation, she nodded.

“Mm, I thought you might.” His hand drifted lower, long fingers tugging up her gown before skimming along her knee and past her garters. The sensitive junction between her legs throbbed and she arched against him, desperate to relieve the ache.

“What about this?” He found her, touched her intimately, parting the folds of her flesh with skillful fingers.

A gasp tore from her throat, equal parts excitement and embarrassment. Once, when she was younger, she overheard one of the maids talking about the pleasure to be had from a man's touch, but Sophie never considered what it would actually feel like. The description the maid gave was full of words like good and tender. What Sophie was experiencing was ineffable.

He slid a finger inside of her and the breath she was holding rushed out with a moan. “Ah,” he said, sounding pleased by her response. “I see.” He pulled his finger out, flicking it against that wicked spot hidden beneath her thatch of hair. She was going to explode if he did not do something to ease the tension he was building. He feathered biting kisses along her jaw as he continued caressing her then stopped, breathing his next words into her ear.

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