Dating the Duke (The Aristocrat Diaries 2)

Adelaide pulled me down to her and kissed me, cupping her hands around my neck. I returned my hands to their prior place on her thighs, satisfied I hadn’t gone too far, and inched them up a little higher.

My cock hardened as she pulled me closer to her, and I deepened the kiss, using my tongue to part her lips. It’d been a long time since I’d felt this alive, and my heart hammered against my ribs as her body pressed against mine.

I pulled her closer to the edge of the desk and pressed my cock against her. Her fingers flexed as she ran her hands over my shoulders and down my arms, and she deftly slipped them between us and started undoing the buttons of my shirt.

Adelaide yanked the fabric out of my trousers and undid the last button, then pushed the material down over my shoulders. I chucked the shirt off and groaned, drawing her mouth back to mine. I kissed her hungrily, revelling in the moment and the sweeping of my tongue against hers.

I pushed her dress up as far as I could until she had to raise her hips. She squeaked when her bare skin touched the cold desk, and I laughed, bringing her back to me so I could kiss her again.

Her hands roamed freely over my body, and I slid one of mine up her back with my fingers splayed so I could hold her against me. Her dress was bunched around her hips, and I wanted to take this the rest of the way.

All the way.

I wanted to push inside her and make her mine, even if it would only last for as long as we were together.

“Adelaide,” I breathed, touching my forehead to hers. “We can’t—I don’t have…”

Her eyes fluttered open. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t walk around with condoms in my pocket,” I muttered.

She laughed, dropping her head back. “It’s fine. I… am good,” she said slowly.

I raised my eyebrows. “You’re good?”

“Yes. I’m good,” she repeated, pushing me back and scooting off the desk. “So shh.” She grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the sofa, pushed me down, and sat on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, pressing her body right against mine.

I slid my hands up her body, beneath her dress, and tugged. She obliged, raising her arms, and I pulled it off and tossed it to the side.

She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Bloody hell.

The next kiss was hungry and desperate, and a thin sheen of sweat formed over my skin. Adelaide ran her fingers through my hair, flexing her hips against me, and I groaned into her mouth as she moved against my cock.

Jesus, I wasn’t going to survive this.

“Adelaide,” I breathed, resting my hands at her waist.

“What?”

I pushed her to the side on the sofa and stood up. Her gaze roamed over my body as I undid my trousers and pushed them down with my boxers, then stepped out of them.

“Don’t forget your socks,” she teased me.

I made a point to bend down and take off my socks.

Adelaide laughed, throwing her arm over her eyes.

I was naked, but she wasn’t, and that didn’t work for me. I knelt on the sofa and gripped her ankles, then slowly bent her knees and parted her thighs. I peppered kisses along her thigh, making her inhale sharply, and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her underwear, then slowly slid them down her legs until she was just as naked as I was.

I parted her legs once more and leaned over her. She wrapped her legs around me, and her hands came up to my neck as our lips met again.

I wanted to touch every inch of her, to feel how she reacted to me. If she’d tremble or shiver or melt beneath my fingertips. I wanted to tease her and drag it all out, but my own selfish impatience wouldn’t let me.

I might never get to be here again.

I propped myself up on one hand and slipped the other between our bodies until it was between her legs. She was slick and wet, and she moaned as my thumb brushed over her clitoris, and I couldn’t believe that little more than kissing her had done this to her.

I touched her again, and she dug her nails into my neck. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her, then paused, and with my lips hovering above hers, I whispered, “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “I’m sure.” She kissed me. “Alex, please.”

Fuck.

Those two words were my undoing, and I slowly pushed inside her. Her entire body tensed, and she took a deep breath, so I paused, but she used her feet at the base of my back to push me in further.

I moved slowly, savouring the feeling of being inside her. Of her short, sharp breaths mingling with mine, of her fingers twitching against the back of my neck, of her legs tensing in pulses.