“Aye, I am.” His hand curled around the back of her neck, gentle but firm. The way a man held a woman he intended to kiss.
Evina’s ready reply died on her tongue as Duncan’s mouth came down on hers. Soft, silky, hungry. A man dying of thirst and finally getting the first sweet taste of water.
His tongue swept in her mouth possessively, and he grabbed her against him. He growled against her lips, a powerful sound, primitive with raw need that set Evina’s body thrumming in greedy reply.
This time there was no hesitation when his hands moved over her body, the caresses slow with reverent gratitude. Over the curve of her bottom, spanning her slim waist, gliding higher to cup the heaviness of her breasts. The hot pulse between her legs grew slick.
She was aware she was an attractive woman, but the appreciative stroking of her body left Evina feeling as though she was a goddess herself. Their tongues parried with one another in a tangle of passion, their lips caught in an intimate battle.
Her own hands were not so tender on his body. No, she gripped the firmness of his arse and raked her fingers down the rigid strength of his stomach. Her palms pushed over the solidness of his chest and she couldn’t help but moan. He was strong. Powerful. Exactly the kind of man she liked. She grasped his léine and pulled it off over his head, revealing his body, beautiful and perfect, for her exploration.
His hands grazed the sides of her breasts and her nipples strained against the silkiness of her dress in desperation for more. Evina cried out and arched her back to welcome his touch. Duncan’s lashes lowered and a surge of victory warmed through her. She knew he’d seen her reaction - he would understand what she wanted.
But he didn’t give it to her. Instead he smoothed his hands over the swell of her hip and down, to cup her bottom.
His grip on her was firm, decisive. He nudged her onto the desk and lifted her. The table was solid beneath her body and several books jabbed into her bottom and thighs, a sensation she barely acknowledged with the wild lust throbbing within her. Her legs spread and Duncan’s large body filled the space. The swell of his arousal bumped her pelvis.
A gasp jerked from Evina’s mouth. His cock was hard, straining against leather and silk to press with rapacious insistence.
For her.
She locked her legs around his hips. His arousal pressed harder against her, to the softness between her legs that thundered like a war drum of lust. They moved together, making the motions of sex, teasing their bodies to impossible heights.
Duncan fumbled with the impossibly small buttons at her bosom. “I want this dress off.”
The silk lay heavy against Evina’s skin. He moved too slowly over the buttons, his fingers clumsy with the noticeable tremble of overwhelming need.
“Then tear it from me,” she breathed.
He fiddled with a button. It snapped off and skittered across the floor before disappearing under a chair. Duncan met her gaze, his dark eyes gleaming. He grabbed the neck of her dress in his large fists and tugged his hands apart. The flimsy fabric tore, sending buttons popping and scattering. He groaned and drew the gaping neck of her gown low, baring her to him.
Cool air washed over her. The room faded away and all her focus centered on Duncan. He caught one breast in his hand, palming the full weight. Tingles of pleasure rippled through her. Evina moaned, a long, low cry of need. The pressure of his fingers worked over her breast and tightened around the bud of her nipple, producing exquisite prickles of bliss.
His mouth dragged a hot trail down her neck and stopped before her breast.
“Please.” The word fled her mouth in a breathless whimper.
Duncan lowered his hand, further splitting the dress as he did. Evina’s pulse kicked and headiness swam in her mind. His touch slid down her stomach, skimming over her nakedness.
The warmth of his breath fanned over her nipple the same time his finger swept over the slit of her sex. Her breath came fast, her eager panting loud and sexual and arousing, even to her own ears.
All at once, Duncan’s hot, wet mouth closed over her nipple and his finger dipped inside her.
Evina cried out, gripping the table to ensure she did not fall off. Duncan’s tongue flicked and rolled over her nipple while his finger circled the bud of her pleasure. A finger slid inside once more and slowly pumped in and out, in and out. Evina rocked her hips with the motion, pushing herself to the swiftly approaching brink of release.
His ministrations stopped at the very moment Evina was sure she was about to explode. He held her to him with one hand and shoved the desk clear with the other.
Candles and books and cups flew to the floor in a violent crash. Evina glanced down at the mess, but Duncan caught her face in his hand and returned her attention to him. The musky scent of her sex lingered on his fingers, sensual and erotic.
He settled her further onto the table, his gaze focused on her, his attention rapt. He took the flimsy remnants of her dress where it had been ripped to her thighs, unbuckled her belt, and carefully tore it the rest of the way down. The ruined flaps fluttered on either side of her, more a robe than a delicate kirtle. He pushed the useless garment from her shoulders to join the belt on the ground, leaving her fully nude.
She watched him with panting breath, naked, spread and wanting, ready for him to slake the heat building between her thighs. He knelt before her, running his hands up her calves over her inner thighs, edging her desire into something near madness.
He brushed the pad of his thumb
