Hero: Ranson, the Duke of Rothbury. Blind. Scarred. Lives alone in a ruined castle.
Heroine: Izzy. Inherits the ruined castle Ranson lives in. She is a bit quirky and full of life. She is confident. Ranson gives her the naughty shivers.
“You have no idea.” He leaned close. The heat of his breath rushed over her ear. “You have no idea how tempted I am to ruin you. Right here and now. The revenge would be so damned sweet. England’s precious little innocent, spreading her thighs so wide for my cock.”
At his carnal words, her knees went weak. She couldn’t draw enough air. These wretchedly tight corset laces. With every shallow breath, her breasts pushed higher against the restrictive red silk. The exquisite friction chafed her nipples to hardened peaks.
“You wouldn’t do that.” She swallowed hard. “You’re not the sort of man to take advantage.”
“I don’t need to be a man who takes advantage.” He sent one hand to burrow under her skirts. “Just one who takes an invitation.”
He hooked a hand under her knee and lifted, drawing her leg to the side and propping her heel on the first shelf above the ground. Using the weight of his own knee, he pinned her in this lewd position.
Her heartbeat stalled as he pushed the folds of her petticoats and shift aside. She wasn’t wearing anything but stockings beneath. But she couldn’t bring herself to protest or shy away. His possessive touch excited her, and she found herself growing aroused even before his hand moved to cradle her sex.
She didn’t want to scurry back to the dining room and continue pretending. She wanted to be here with him, raw and craving. Her flushed, breathless response to his touch . . . This was honest. The need gathering between her legs . . . It was real.
His thumb slipped over her crease, parting her gently for his explorations. Pleasure shuddered through her, and she gripped the nearest shelf for strength.
“Yes.” He groaned. “I knew it would be like this. I knew you’d be so wet for me.”
The crude words made her wild. He slid a finger inside her, and she bit her lip to keep from crying aloud.
Yes.
He knew just what she needed. He worked in and out, stroking a fraction deeper every time. And still she craved more. She rocked her hips back and forth, trying to draw him deeper, deeper. She needed him. She needed him so deep inside.
“No one else has any idea, do they? What a naughty, wanton girl you are. No one else sees what I see. No other man makes you twist and pant and moan.”
She arched off the shelves, gasping. “No.”
“Only me.” His fingers thrust deep. “Say it.”
“Only you.”
Romancing the Duke by Tessa Dare. May reviewed it HERE. We both adored it. It’s not only very sexy but it so cute and romantic. It will definitely make my ‘best of list’ this year.
Yes, that is a hot one!