Page 68 of Duke with a Deception
“Do you dare to doubt me?”
“I think perhaps you shall have to show me how forward you can be.”
His cock went hard. He wanted her so badly. Needed her like he required air. He had never thought he would become lost so helplessly in Verity’s thrall. And yet, here he was. Nary a regret.
A glance through the Venetian blinds on the carriage window told him they wouldn’t arrive at their destination for another few minutes. He had time.
King caught the tip of his glove in his teeth and yanked it off before tossing it on the bench seat he had just left. Then he kissed her ear before tonguing the hollow behind until she shivered.
“If you want me to show you, pull up your skirts, angel.”
Without hesitation, she grasped her silk promenade gown in both hands and lifted it to her lap, revealing her stockinged ankles and shapely calves peeping from below her frilled undergarments. So many layers kept him from what he wanted. But he hadn’t the time to undress her anyway. Thank Christ for the split in her drawers. He could still have her, just not as fully as he would have preferred.
“What now, Your Grace?” she asked, her voice husky and laden with desire.
“Spread those pretty legs for me.”
Her lips parted and she tipped her head back against the squabs, giving King access to a delectable expanse of her throat. He kissed her there, absorbing the frantic beat of her pulse. God, she smelled good. And her skin was so soft.
“Like this?” she asked, her thighs slowly gliding apart.
The minx.
Her innate sensuality was the biggest aphrodisiac he had ever known. But then, maybe it was simply Verity. She had undone him, thoroughly and completely. He’d thought he was wedding her to slake his boredom, but the truth was that she had bloody well saved him. Saved him with her goodness and her love, with her smiles and her open heart and everything that made her who she was.
“Just like that.” With his ungloved hand, he caressed her inner thigh and then higher, finding the split he sought.
His fingertips met unimpeded with wet, hot flesh, and he groaned.
“This seems very forward indeed,” she murmured.
He sucked on her throat. His fingers found her clitoris, stroking. Her hips jolted as he teased the swollen bud.
“How does this seem?”
She made a breathy sound of appreciation. “Quite rude, in fact.”
He stilled. “Shall I stop?”
“Don’t you dare,” she growled through gritted teeth.
King chuckled, slicking his way to her entrance and sinking a finger inside her. Her inner muscles clenched in welcome, and he felt an answering pulse in his cock. Pity there wasn’t time to properly fuck her now, but he could at least bring her pleasure. And pleasuring his wife had become King’s unlikely obsession.
He was a rake no more.
King simply knew to his marrow that he would never want another woman but her. The realization was terrifying andhumbling for him. No other woman would move him the way this one did.
Verity was his other half, the part of himself he had been missing. He knew this instinctively, the same way he knew the sun would rise in the morning and set in the evening. And he embraced it.
Because he loved her. He loved her desperately. Some day soon, he would find the courage to tell her. To speak words he’d never imagined he would utter.
But not yet.
“How about now?” he asked her, adding a second finger and pumping deliciously in and out of her wet heat.
“Wonderful,” she bit out, flinging her thigh over his and widening her legs.
“Deeper?” he asked slyly, intentionally keeping his strokes just short of the place where he knew she was most sensitive.
