Dark Duke by Sabrina York Page A

she breathed.
    She placed another kiss on his jaw. “Two.”
    And another on his neck. “Three.”
    His Adam’s apple worked, so she kissed that as well. “Four.”
    When she began loosening his collar, he stiffened. Every
muscle clenched. He was no help at all, so she had to undo his buttons all by
herself. She drew in a gasp as his chest was revealed. It was layered with
muscle and a fine sprinkling of dark curls. She loved the feel of those wiry
hairs beneath her palm. During her exploration, the round discs of his nipples
captured her attention. She kissed each one, whispering a “Five,” and “Six,” in
turn.
    By the time she reached his belly, she’d lost count
completely.
     
    Holy hell.
    Edward stared at the top of Kaitlin’s head as she made her
way over his torso. With her lips.
    He’d never expected this. Never in a million years.
    When he’d proposed the wager, he’d imagined he would be the
one placing the kisses—wherever he wished. He spent the better part of the
evening planning where each of the thirty would go. In excruciating detail.
    This was good too.
    She paused when she reached his waistband and looked up. “I
read that part several times,” she murmured.
    He nearly jumped out of his skin as her thumb skimmed over
his cock. His very hard cock. It throbbed with every beat of his heart. “D-did
you?”
    He was sure she was talking about something. A part of him
acknowledged he should probably know what it was. But the other parts weren’t
interested. She stroked again.
    “I think I understand how it works.” She unbuttoned one
button on the placket of his trousers. Then another. “I trust you will…instruct
me if I get it wrong?”
    Something wedged in his throat. It might have been his
tongue.
    Had he ever been this aroused? He fairly quivered with it.
    Shocking that, because he considered himself quite jaded.
    She slipped off the bed. He thought to yank her back, but
then she knelt between his knees and he decided it was probably more polite to
simply let her continue. She spread the placket, then took hold of his
waistband and tugged off his pants. He lifted his hips to help. Kicked them
off.
    His cock sprang out, angry and rigid, a one-eyed warrior
seeking solace. It wept. A single tear. He shivered when she took him in her
fist. Her hand was so small, so delicate. The counterpoint was excruciating.
    And them something else was excruciating. Her breath.
Teasing, tantalizing, warm as she bathed him with it. “Ah, Kaitlin.” He
threaded his fingers in her hair, a thick silken mass. He didn’t guide her, but
only because he wanted to see what she decided to do and—
    Ah! God.
    She enrobed the tip of his cock, just the very tip, in the
velvet cavern of her mouth. Her lips worked, suckling him. Hellish sensation
scored him. Had a mouth ever been so sweet? Not that he could recall.
    She took him deeper, sucking harder. His eyes rolled back.
He hissed a groan. Her fist pumped as she worked—just as dear Asha had been
taught to do in the book. Damn, Kaitlin was a diligent student.
    He hoped she remembered it all.
    And yes, she did. She alternated between sucking and
stroking, varying her grip so he never knew what to expect. She licked at his
shaft, from stem to stern, nibbling only where she should. Only where he craved
it. He shifted up so she could cradle his balls. She fondled them gently. And
then—good God—she licked them. Heat coiled within him. A pressure formed at the
base of his cock.
    “Is this good?” She peeped up at him. The smile on her face
made it clear—she knew it was good.
    “Yes. Darling—” His thought was scuttled when she stroked
that tender spot between his balls and his arse. Pleasure snarled through him.
He clenched his buttocks in an attempt to hold back his orgasm. He really
didn’t want this to end so soon.
    He didn’t count on her naughty finger scraping against his
pucker.
    He nearly shot off the bed. “That wasn’t part of the