Hannah's Duke: Regency Sexy Romance (The heir and a spare Book 4)

by Fiona Miers

  He knew he shouldn’t seduce her tonight, or any other night. But he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted any other woman, and if they were as amazing in the bedroom as he expected, then he’d get a special license and marry her this week.

  “Yes. I feel the same way, John. Will you show me what it feels like to be with a man?”

  He nodded, his chest tightening with too many emotions. To be her first, her only. That was going to be a very special thing that he’s never before thought to share with a woman.

  “Come with me.”

  He took her hand and drew her out of the library. He stopped only to pick up their candles and charged down the hall.

  His heart was pounding, his skin tingling with nervous energy. They both walked into his room and he shut the door behind him.

  He would show Hannah how much he cared, and give her many reasons to choose him. The pleasure he could bring her in the bedroom, one of them.

  “Come here, my beautiful one.” He placed the candelabra down and pulled her into his arms, kissing her soft brow, feeling the silky skin of her arms as they wrapped around his waist.

  “If I take you for a lover, will anyone else marry me?” Hannah whispered.

  John leaned back so that he could look into her blue eyes.

  “Why would you marry anyone else?” he asked, baffled by her question. What sort of virgin thought of marrying another while they were with their lover?

  Hannah laughed, looking at him as though he should know what she’s talking about. “Well, I won’t be marrying you so I’m just asking if this will ruin me or not? I know you assumed, due to my age that I wasn’t chaste, so perhaps many others will too?”

  John stilled, she didn’t want to marry him? Was that what she had said? Well, he would fix that. He would ruin her for any other man. He’d give her such pleasure, such passion, she’d never want anyone else.

  “No, it’ll be all right. I’ll teach you what to do. How to enjoy everything.” He soothed, undoing the laces at the back of her dress and pulling the material down.

  Hannah gasped but remained still as he opened her up like a flower exposing its petals.

  John turned her around and kissed the base of her neck, running his hands around her slim waist.

  “I want your hair down,” he whispered, tasting the skin beneath her beautiful hair. She smelled of sunshine and rain.

  “I thought you didn’t like my hair down,” Hannah whispered, her voice strained.

  Damn it, she sounded hurt. Had his previous comments made her think ill of herself?

  He squeezed her tightly. “I love your hair when it’s down, that’s the problem. You looked far too beautiful that day for everyone to see you like that.”

  “So you want to keep me for yourself do you?” Hannah joked, reaching up and pulling the pins from her head that restricted her glorious, burnt sunshine coloured hair.

  John turned Hannah back around, staring down into her eyes.

  “Always,” he vowed, capturing her mouth with his before she could object.

  Chapter 10.

  Part of him felt guilty for seducing Hannah under his sister’s roof. She was under his sister’s protection. But he wanted Hannah, and underneath all the lust, his intentions were pure.

  John plunged his hands through the hair that he loved, and moaned loudly as the silky strands slipped between his fingers. Hannah reciprocated his passion, sparring with his tongue as it tangled with hers.

  Desperate to see the body that had so bewitched him, John pulled Hannah’s chemise up over her head. He stopped and stared at her, soaking in the moment he first saw Hannah like this. Her nipples were small and pale pink perfection. John reached up and weighed a breast in his hand. The weight and the warmth of her skin against his palm caused an answering call of lust in his own body.

  John had to swallow down the need to push her up against the wall and take her quickly. His body was hard and ready, but she needed care and coaxing.

  Instead of rushing as his own body screamed at him to do, he focused on his breathing. In, out, in, out. If he just kept it going, he would be fine.

  “Are my breasts all right?” Hannah asked, peering down at them.

  John laughed, she really was taking this like a lesson with a teacher who would critique her.

  “They are perfect. A good size, soft and…” he pinched a semi-erect nipple softly between his thumb and forefinger, hearing her moan delightfully.

  “Responsive,” he finished.

  Clad only in her bloomers, John swept Hannah up into his arms and lay her on her bed. She scooted back and ducked beneath the cover, pulling them up to her chin.

  Did she think that was going to stop him from finishing what they had begun?

  John laughed, tingling happiness filling up his chest like a full glass of wine as he pulled off his shirt, boots, stockings and breeches. When was the last time he had laughed when making love to someone? Never.

  Hannah’s eyes were bulging with fear clearly written in their blue depths, so John stopped at his drawers. She had seen his completely naked before, had soon thrown a candlestick at him.

  Tonight was going to be very different.

  His erection was rather plain to see, but that extra layer between them would stop him taking her too soon.

  His goal now was marriage. And not just any sort of union. He wanted a good one. A happy one. Which meant that she had to remember this as the best night of her life.

  John pulled back the covers and climbed into bed with her, rolling onto his side and pulling her close against him.

  “I will make this as painless as possible. And you can ask questions or tell me to stop at any time, all right?”

  Hannah was shaking in his arms, despite the heat in the room. His fearsome, strong American was terrified and there was nothing to be scared of, he didn’t think. He’d never taken a virgin before.

  But if Oliver and Archie could achieve such a thing, he was certain he could too.

  “I’m not afraid. I know you know what you’re doing. That’s why I chose you.”

  He stared down at her quivering lips and forced himself to slow down. “I need you to know how special this is for me too, Hannah. I’ve never met a woman like you. You’re very special.”

  She smiled a little, and he wasn’t sure she believed him. But when she tilted her head up in an invitation to kiss her, nothing else mattered.

  John bent his head and captured Hannah’s mouth. He coaxed her lips gently apart, and slowly she moved closer to him. He increased the pressure of his lips and tongue until she was pressing her naked breasts against his chest and running her hands through his hair.

  John growled with need and rolled on top of her, feeling the soft heat of her skin against his. Hannah opened her legs for him and John settled between them as though he’d done it a thousand times before.

  “Is it all right that I touch you like this?” Hannah asked, gripping his skull with one hand and running her other hand down his back.

  John shuddered with desire? All right? She was going to unman him. How was a virgin so wantonly affectionate?

  “Definitely all right,” he grinned, moving down her body.

  “What are you doing?” Hannah squealed, covering her breasts with her hands.

  John laughed again, wanting to please her more than anything.

  “I intend to kiss every inch of this beautiful body,” John declared, drawing her hands away from her breasts. Such beauty should now be covered.

  “Aren’t you just going to, you know,” Hannah bumped her pelvis up into his belly and John moved up so that he could grind his erection over her clit.

  “Oh my, yes, that,” Hannah breathed, her eyelids dropping to half mast.

  John kept thrusting gently, imitating the action of lovemaking with only two thin layers of material separating them.

  Hannah moaned this time and raised her knees to fit him better.

  John groaned as his body found th
e area it wanted. He partially penetrated her over and over, careful not to squash the rest of her, he held himself up on his arms.

  Hannah bent forward, biting his shoulder and running her nails down his back.

  John half fell on her, both hands going beneath her bottom so that he could control their movements better. She bucked and squealed beneath him, making it so much more enjoyable to ride with her.

  Feeling himself getting closer and closer to that final glory John made a split second decision. He would come now so that he could get some relief and therefore focus on her. He would never be able to give her any sort of pleasure if he got inside her now.

  John sped up his movements and put out an arm so he could take some of his weight. He dropped his head so that he could kiss her neck, then put his lips to her ear.

  “I could take you now, but I want you to feel pleasure.”

  “I am, this feels wonderful,” Hannah moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders harder, deeper.

  “I’m going to come now so that I can love you better,” John told her, shocking himself as his own words filled the gap between them.

  “I don’t know what you mean,” Hannah said, wriggling beneath him again.

  “Just wrap your legs around me and rub those delicious nipples on me,” John panted, he was almost there, he could see stars forming behind his vision.

  Hannah did as he asked. She wrapped her legs around him and arched her back.

  John’s head exploded. He came into his drawers like a mere boy, groaning and shuddering in Hannah’s arms. Heat rolled over his back as that perfect release flooded through him.

  Careful not to collapse on her, John rolled to the side and she turned to him, keeping her legs around him.

  Instead of pushing him off like every mistress or whore he had bedded would have done now that he had finished, Hannah stayed with him, stroking his hair and holding him tight with her arms wrapped around him.

  “Are we stopping now?” Hannah asked, her disappointment clear in the tone of her voice. There was no condemnation, but he could tell she knew there was so much more that he had not shared with her.

  John stared into her clear blue eyes, still panting to get his breath back.

  “Not at all. Just give me a moment.” He grinned and rolled out of bed away from her.

  John stripped off his soiled underwear and wiped himself clean with an available towel. Then he turned back to Hannah and stripped her drawers from her long, lithe body.

  Hannah squealed, completely naked now and pulled the covers back over her.

  John chuckled at her coy behaviour and slipped beneath the covers to join her. It would take him awhile to recover, but he had all the time in the world.

  “Your turn,” he smiled and pulled Hannah against him.

  “I need to know what you are going to do to me,” Hannah breathed, her body shifting restlessly.

  “I’m going to kiss and touch you here,” John ran his hand over her lovely breasts, “and here,” John ran his hand slowly over her soft belly and down between her legs.

  Hannah jumped with a squeak and clamped her legs closed over his hand.

  “You’re so ready,” John sighed, sliding his fingers between her slippery folds.

  She stilled his hand with her own. “I’m getting a little nervous now. Can we slow down?”

  John didn’t know what to do with that request. He’d said he would stop if necessary, but he hadn’t thought she’d take him up on the offer.

  Every woman he had ever taken to bed had been paid to be there or was an experienced widow. He had never had to cajole or tread lightly.

  The other confusing thing was that John knew she was aroused, but how to make her trust him like she had the other night at Rupert’s house?

  John jumped out of the bed, but not before he saw the look of shock and disappointment on Hannah’s face. She did want to be with him, he was certain. Her virgin nerves had finally jolted her and he needed to help her overcome them.

  He stood before her completely naked, the fire warm on his back.

  “Would you like to touch me?” He asked, opening his arms, palm up.

  Hannah looked over his body with a greedy gaze. John knew his form was well shaped. He was young and did a lot of physical exercise. He had no softness, no fat. Women were the ones that were meant to be soft.

  Hannah nodded slowly.

  “Then come touch me,” John invited, not moving from his place in front of the fire.

  Hannah pulled the blanket up over her head and John wanted to dive back under the covers and beg her forgiveness for pushing too hard.

  But he stayed where he was. He believed her to be a strong woman, capable of fighting for what she wanted if necessary, surely this had to be one of those things?

  Hannah rolled out of bed on her side and walked, completely naked to him. John’s heart beat hard against his sternum, for what felt like the very first time. Each thud was heard and acknowledged. This was his woman.

  He’d been right. She was meant to be his.

  Hannah reached up and ran both hands down his chest, following the lines of his stomach and then up again. Her hands were soft, and tender, causing a fission of pleasure to skitter along his skin.

  When she ran her nails lightly over his nipples, John moaned, unable to keep his pleasure to himself. His cock stirred to life again.

  Hannah stepped back when his erection reached out and touched her belly.

  She was eyeing that part of his body and there were equal amounts of curiosity, fear, and desire. What he wouldn’t give to feel her hands on that part of his aching shaft.

  “You can touch everything,” He invited, clasping Hannah’s hand and wrapping it around his shaft. “Just like the other night at Rupert’s house.”

  Hannah’s eyes opened wide and her lips parted, but she didn’t step back. Instead, she stroked him gently as she had learned. Up and down.

  John stood still for as long as he could, heat curling in his balls as she stroked along his length. She was so close, her body so arousing. Hannah alternated between stroking his chest and his stomach with tentative touches, then switching her attention to the swollen head and shaft of his manhood.

  John’s fingers flexed at his sides.

  “May I touch you now Hannah?”

  Hannah hesitated, then reached up and pinched both of his nipples at once.

  His breath whistled through his teeth and his arousal bobbed against Hannah’s belly.

  Hannah nodded her head and swallowed visibly.

  John was determined to return her to the state of arousal she had been when she had finished with him the other night. He placed both hands gently on her breasts and caressed them. Circling the nipples and stroking the soft undersides.

  Hannah smiled and leaned into his caress.

  John slid one hand down her soft belly and slid his fingertips into the crinkly hair at the junctions of Hannah’s thighs. It was as he imagines, a soft red that blended against her cream like skin.

  He didn’t plunge his hand between them, instead sought out the small bud that would give Hannah the most pleasure and pressed on it.

  Hannah moaned and grabbed hold of him for support.

  “Lie down on the bed and I’ll show you more,” John promised.

  He had never spent so long with a woman before. It was much more pleasant than he had expected.

  Hannah climbed back onto the bed and only pulled the blanket up to her waist.

  “Well, come and show me then,” she invited, waving her hands at him, her strength and hunger now returned.

  Her impatience pleased John immeasurably and he all but jumped into the bed. This time she came willingly into his arms. John pulled her up against him and ran his hands down Hannah’s back so that he could feel her skin. It was incredible, the heat and softness of her delectable body. John had never lain like this with a woman before. Both people naked, facing each other. It was much more personal than he was used
to, but with Hannah everything was different.

  He wanted everything to be new, and special.

  “This feels incredible,” he moaned into her hair.

  Hannah pulled back and looked up into his eyes. John wanted to look away, it was too much. But he didn’t dare. Hannah seemed pleased with what she saw and pulled his head down for a kiss.

  Hannah bumped her pelvis up against John’s and John laughed against her lips.

  “Something amusing?” Hannah pouted, running her hands lovingly through his chest hair.

  John sighed and allowed his thoughts to flow freely to his mouth. “I have never had such a good time with a woman before.”

  “But we haven’t even...”

  “If we stopped now, tonight would still be the most amazing night of my life,” John admitted, swallowing the fear that gripped his chest. How could he be so honest and emotional with her? It went against everything he stood for.

  Hannah smiled the most blinding smile John had ever seen. She tugged at his back so that he would lie on top of her.

  John swooped down to kiss her again and lay between Hannah’s legs, his cock resting against her belly.

  He knew he could take her now, but she wasn’t ready. Not ready enough to experience the ultimate pleasure anyway.

  John smiled down at his beautiful lady and kissed her hard on the lips. He worked his way down to her breasts and gently sucked one of her tight nipples into his mouth. Hannah gasped, but threaded her fingers into his hair, encouraging him to stay where he was.

  He smiled against her soft skin and moved over to the other one.

  Inch by inch John kissed his way down to the place between Hannah’s legs.

  “You’re not going to kiss me there, are you?” Hannah started to object.

  “You’ll really like it,” John promised, flicking his tongue out to the most sensitive part of her.