Devil in Duke's Clothing (Royal Pains Book 1) by Nina Mason Read Free Book Online Page A

care. There would never be another first time, and he wanted it to be memorable for both of them.
    With trembling hands, he explored the terrain of her body through the clinging linen of her shift. Though the thin cloth he could make out the rosy caps of her breasts and the golden triangle of curls guarding her maidenhood. It called to him, challenging him to plant his standard and stake his claim. He fought the urge. He would take his time if it killed him. And it bloody well might.
    He moved over her and kissed the dusky peak of the nearest mound as he slipped a hand beneath her shift. The downy-soft hair on her silken thighs tickled his fingertips. When he brushed her pubic nest, she twitched at the same moment as his cock.
    “Maggie,” he whispered, seeking her gaze, “have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
    She looked doubtful. “Do you truly find me so?”
    “Aye.” He kissed her cheek. “To me, you are the handsomest woman in all of creation.”
    “I find you handsome, too, Your Grace.” Her lip quivered as she spoke the words. “I mean, Robert. But also terrifying.”
    “It gladdens me you find me attractive.” He stroked the carpet of curls betwixt her legs. “But why do I frighten you?”
    “Because you enjoy giving pain.”
    Her words kicked him square in the chest. He leaned over and brushed his lips across hers, thirsty for the ambrosia of her kisses. “I only enjoy giving pain to those who enjoy receiving it.”
    “And if I do not,” she said, sounding distraught, “you will take a mistress who does.”
    ‘Twas not a question. For an innocent, she possessed surprising wisdom. “Let us not spoil the present by dwelling on the future.”
    “I want to be your one and only.”
    “As do I.” As he kissed his way to her ear, he slipped a finger into her crevice and rubbed her bud. “Tonight, I want only to give you pleasure, Maggie.”  
    He teased her earlobe and clitoris in unison, eliciting from her soft moans that escalated his arousal. Still teasing her bud, he kissed his way down her neck and across her chest to the edge of the linen sheath still shielding her virtues from his view.
    “May I take off your shift?”
    “No. Not yet.”
    “Because of the temperature in the room or modesty?” ‘Twas a fair question, as her nipples were hard.
    “Modesty. I’m not yet equal to being naked under your gaze.”
    He found her bashfulness at once exasperating and endearing. He kissed his way to the pink peak atop one of her breasts, pushing the linen aside as he went. “What if I only bare a wee bit at a time?”
    “I suppose that would be tolerable.”
    He licked and sucked her nipple whilst his fingers tested her readiness down below. As badly as his cock ached to penetrate her, she wasn’t nearly wet enough to give accommodation without undue discomfort.
    Withdrawing his hand from betwixt her thighs, he slid atop her, pushed up on his arms, and pressed his erection against her pubic bone. He was so bloody hard his cods were throbbing. He’d never taken so much time with a lass and was only getting started.
    “Maggie, would it be all right if I pulled up your shift just a wee bit so I can kiss you down there?”
    “Yes, but kiss me up here first.”
    He was only too happy to oblige her. Lowering himself, he positioned his mouth over hers and licked and nibbled her pouting lower lip. She twined her fingers in his hair and pulled him into a ravening kiss.  
    As their tongues made war, she clawed his scalp and tugged his hair, driving his horses harder.
    Oh, aye. There was that vixen he’d sensed beneath her virginal facade. If he could get her to come out and play—roughly—he’d never look at another woman twice.
    Still kissing her with passion, he worked his erection into her crevice and rocked it gently against her clit.
    She arched her back and pulled his hair hard enough to hurt.
    God’s bollox! The thrill of it shot straight to his cods. He had to move, to get off