A Deal with a Duke (The Daring Drake Sisters 2)

Soft hands caressed his head. “Why are you cursing me again?” she asked in a soft tone.

He looked up into her face and knew he was never leaving this room tonight. “Why are you here? I left to get you out of my mind, and now here you are alone in one of my bedchambers.”

“Not quite alone, I believe you are here too,” she retorted with an impish grin.

He wanted to put his hands around her neck and strangle her...or kiss her senseless. “Louisa, I can’t do this any longer.”

She pulled back slightly with a frown. “Do what?”

“Pretend that I can resist you. Pretend that I don’t want to drag you to that bed and make love to you all night.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes, what?”

“Drag me to the bed and make love to me, Harry. You are not the only one trying to pretend. Do you think I don’t feel this excitement every time we are close? You asked me why I am here. It’s because I can’t stay away from you. Even when you’re not with me, I cannot get you out of my mind.”

He lunged forward to kneel before her and then kissed her before she said any more. Her lips softened and slowly opened for him. He felt as if he were drowning and she the only one who could save him.

“I can’t stop thinking of you either,” he whispered before trailing kisses down her neck. “I tried to get you out of my mind, but it never worked. Every day I’ve worked myself to the bone, so I would be too tired to think of you. And every night, there you were, invading my dreams again.”

She smiled slowly. “You dreamed of me?”

“Hmm,” he said, moving his lips toward her earlobe. “I dream of doing unspeakable things to you, my darling. Indecent things. Wild things.”

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what?”

“Do indecent things to me, Harry.”

A low laugh escaped him. “I have every intention of doing just that.”

Chapter 20

LOUISA STARED AT HARRY and saw the passion in his light gray eyes. Before she could ponder the wisdom of her decision, his lips returned to hers, and all thoughts vanished. Needing to be closer, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He rose slowly, taking her with him, as he deepened his kiss.

He broke away from her and gazed down at her. “If we move to that bed, there will be no stopping what happens, Louisa. You either stop me now or...”

She took his hand and led him to the bed. “We are not stopping now.”

“I thought you didn’t want me,” he whispered before sliding the night rail off her shoulders. “You only wanted to be friends.”

“That was years ago, you fool.”

“Louisa,” he whispered, pushing the night rail over her hips. “You are so beautiful.” He pressed her to his hard body and kissed her again.

She clung to his dressing gown as his tongue caressed hers. She’d never felt beautiful compared to her sisters, but those thoughts no longer mattered because Harry made her feel adored with every kiss, every touch. Her hands slipped under the burgundy silk fabric of his dressing gown and skimmed the hard warmth of his chest. When her fingers brushed across his nipples, he groaned softly. The heat of his hands against her back sent waves of desire flooding through her body.

“Harry, I want to touch you again.”

He rested his forehead against hers. His breathing was almost as ragged as her own. “Not now, my love. I want to make this perfect for you. If you touch me, I will be done for.”

She pushed the dressing gown off his shoulders, finally allowing her to see his chest. Hard muscles covered by light brown hairs that formed a thin line disappearing into his trousers. She traced the contours of his chest and stomac

h until she reached his trousers. Sliding a glance up at him, she unbuttoned the offending breeches and slid them over his hips. She giggled lightly.

“No drawers, Your Grace?”