Page 93 of A Scot on Duchess Square
He realized the extent of her inexperience when she gasped and regarded him in confusion the moment his mouth closed over one of her creamy breasts and he began to tease the bud with his tongue.
Blessed saints. Had that craven man never properly touched her? Had he never been tender with her?
No wonder she had burst into tears just before.
Bram was no rake or practiced seducer, had never worked on his prowess or bothered with books on the art of seduction, just did whatever came naturally to him. Women had not complained. Of course, they wouldn’t, because he was a duke and they hoped to get something out of him.
But all Miranda wanted was his love.
He put all of his heart into each kiss and caress, into each lick upon her soft skin, and watched her responses.
She obviously liked what he was doing, for Miranda was honest in her feelings and would only react truthfully to his touch.
He closed his mouth over her breast, pleased when she purred and plunged her hands in his hair, which was too long bytonstandards, in order to draw his head closer. He ought to have had his hair trimmed before the start of Parliament, but this is what set him apart from an English gentleman. He wasn’t elegant and had no plans to be.
He moved to her other breast, equally soft and sweet on his tongue, and got his ears pulled forward this time.
He heard her soft moans, and was pleased she enjoyed his touch.
He moved lower.
“Bram!”
“Hush, love. Ye must trust me,” he said, hoping he was not moving too fast with this intimacy, but he wanted her aroused when he claimed her…and he wanted to taste herthere, too.
“I do. You must know I do.”
“Aye, love,” he said, and placed his mouth on her, knowing she was either going to purr like a kitten or kick him in the jaw, believing good girls did not dosuch thingsin the bedchamber. He was fairly certain that Miranda had a lot of passion in her and was not going to be prudish in bed. He meant to draw out a little of her wild side.
He was soon rewarded, for he felt her quivers against her warm skin and heard her soft purrs, those cries sounding so sweet from her lips. “Oh…ooh…Bram.”
She was almost there.
“Bram.”
Och, she had the sweetest voice.
“I love ye something fierce, Miranda.”
He felt all the pride in the world when she soared to the stars, moaning and calling his name and clinging to his shoulders as she found her release.
He moved back upward and took her in his arms. “Ye’re so lovely, lass.”
“Oh, goodness,” she said, laughing softly between panting breaths. “I did not know it could be like this.”
“It will always be good between us, sweetheart.”
She laid her hand upon his cheek. “But we are only half done. You’ve neglected your own needs.”
“We’ll get to the coupling next,” he said in all seriousness, for this was important. “But I wanted ye to know ye will always be first in my heart. Pleasing ye and taking care of ye will always be what matters most to me.”
“You impossible man,” she said, hugging him fiercely. “You’ve stolen my heart. How will I ever be able to get angry with you after this? I love you so much. Everyone will laugh at us as we trip over ourselves to make each other happy. We will be the most ridiculous duke and duchess ever to exist.”
“I’ll no’ complain. How can I ask for anyone better? Ye care for me and love me. I’d call it paradise.” He’d meant for her to experience her release first, and not rush her for the rest of what was to come. But he found himself too aroused by her softness and her achingly sweet smiles, so he knew he was not going to hold out much longer.
Miranda was aware and did not leave him to suffer. “I’m ready, Bram. Make me yours.”
He gave a feral growl and wasted no time in claiming her.
