The Devil of Drury Lane by Tracy Sumner

Author:Tracy Sumner
Language: eng
Format: epub

CHAPTER SIX

WHERE A WOMAN FINDS SHE APPRECIATES A MAN WHO IS EXCELLENT AT GAMES

Damien had played chess all night using her body as his board.

Deliberate moves, sweeping caresses, his thoughtful control sending her over the edge—making her come, a new word or, rather, a new way to use it—without him going as far as he could. Three times over the edge.

He’d made a game of how long they could go without.

The way Damien handled the trace of skin between her legs that she’d only truly figured out herself was a revelation, confirming her suspicions that the right man was the key to this entire sexual escapade business. Of course, she was jealous that he’d practiced his skills on other women—but she was stunned he’d saved the best for her.

How could one not fall in love when presented with such generosity?

From her spot beside him, Mercy tucked her smile behind her sketchpad, outlining the jut of his hip peeking from the sheet she’d tossed over him when he slipped to sleep.

“Quit grinning,” he murmured, turning his head into the pillow and taking a breath that seemed as if he were seeking to capture the fragrance clinging to it. “When I can barely find the strength to talk, much less smile. Never mind walking. I’ve never been so relaxed in my life.”

She laughed and used her fingertip to shade the hollow beneath this throat. “I told you I had a list.” She tapped her temple with her charcoal pencil. “A long one. I have a creative mind, DeWitt.”

“Do you ever, minx. Now my mind is filled with ideas. Cort always told me, once you do it, you won’t be able to think of anything else,” he murmured and rolled to face her. His hair was disheveled, his jaw covered in dense stubble, his neck sporting an angry mark from her teeth. They’d consumed every scrap of food in the place, forcing Damien to travel into the streets at dawn in search of sustenance. He’d come back with meat pies, two apples, a round of cheese, and a loaf of freshly baked bread.

After eating like they’d never eaten before, they crawled into bed and started the whole thing over again. Now, here they were, breathless and exhausted two days later.

Sated. Comfortable. Happy. Three things she’d never been at once in her life.

She propped the sketchpad against her bent knees. “How good of a chess player are you?”

“Bloody deadly,” he said, his lids quivering as he yawned. His eyes had turned all sorts of colors the past two days. From gold to hazel to a blazing emerald. As Lady Baumbach had stated, this variable alone was worth the price of admission. “I’ve read about a hundred books on proper strategy. I think five moves ahead, making me terribly hard to beat. It’s almost like I can see the board in my mind when I make the moves.”

This news did not surprise her. He was a victor in bed, too.

Hesitating, Mercy chewed on her lip and tapped her pencil against her thigh.

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