Eliza Lloyd by One Last Night Read Free Book Online Page B

pleasure her, but mostly he would love her.
    Pouring out his feeling would not be difficult, especially
when he could use his touch and his kiss and his body to express all that he
felt. Was this how a man experienced his last moments? Wanting every final
sensation to be perfect and indelible?
    The halls were empty after eleven as the household settled
into sleep. Reasonable country hours were always his favorite. He entered
through the duke’s room and went to the connecting door of the duchess’s suite.
    He could not have stilled the wayward beating of his heart
had he wanted to. Other than the frantic thud, thud , he thought he
entered her room with absolute silence. His gaze adapted quickly and he sought
the bed where she was barely visible, only the outline of her body.
    This would not be an all-night affair—once, maybe twice
would he enter her. If she allowed, he would hold her afterward. He wanted to
feel her naked skin against his, the damp heat of her body pressed to his
throughout the night. If she allowed.
    His cock had performed a painful dance all day—hard enough
to hammer nails one minute and the next, soft tumescence that ached to be
touched.
    He parted his robe and let it slide to the floor beside her
bed. In one hand he carried a bottle of lubricating oil which he spread over
his cock. Foreplay would have to wait. He needed to be inside her, he needed to
pleasure her.
    Would she see it as a gift or would he frighten her?
    Where he sat, the bed was soft and quiet. Lucy moaned in her
sleep, aware of him he supposed, or just aware that something had disturbed her
slumber.
    He lay behind her, his cock fitting neatly into the cleft of
her ass.
    “Tess,” he whispered near her ear. “Tess.”
    She woke with a start, every inch of her body tensing,
curled next to his.
    She gasped. His name fell from her lips as if she had just been
dreaming of him. “John,” she said.
    He pushed down the sleeve of her gown and pressed his lips
to her shoulder.
    “John,” she said again. “I don’t want to know. I can’t
know,” she pled.
    He heard the emotion in her voice, some mix of sadness,
relief and agony. “Don’t cry, Tess.”
    Comfort was only a touch away, but he knew peace would be
much more difficult to find. When he revealed himself, how could either of them
feel anything resembling affection? She could not love him and he should not go
on loving her.
    His thoughts were torture and he knew only one solution.
    Lush curves met the palm of his hand as he swept upward,
bringing the gown with it. She wiggled, letting him remove the rail and as she
did so, her ass lit a fuse in his groin.
    He palmed her hip and then moved her leg forward. He canted
his hips, allowing his cock to slip downward between her warm thighs. The smell
of honey lured him.
    There was no refusal, no rejection.
    He pressed the head of his cock into the welcoming
tightness. Oh, it was good. Two weeks might have been a lifetime. Two weeks—the
distance between heaven and hell.
    John’s thoughts slowed his excitement. After all, this was
about Lucy, not him.
    He undulated with slow ease. Aside from their steady
breathing, only the slick sound of wet withdrawal could be heard in the
stillness of the room.
    He slid one hand under her pillow and the other he tightened
about her waist, wanting to be as close as possible. Never wanting to let her
go. Her fingers entwined with his.
    Release came quietly for her as she came apart in his arms.
Moaning softly with each deep entry, she tensed. Her cunny squeezed and then
pulsed around his cock. Once those pulses diminished, he withdrew, always
mindful of where his seed landed.
    Being especially careful that it did not land in the fertile
valley of a Duchess.
    A child would be difficult to explain.
    More difficult than an inappropriate lover.
    His cock was crushed between her back and his stomach. The
warm eruption of seed coated them. He had known women who were repulsed by such
a rustic display.