captured her lips. “Come for me, Duchess. I know you’re ready.” And a breath later she did, bucking wildly and calling his name. Kent smiled the smile of a pleased male and eased his fingers free. He was on the verge of orgasm, too, but she was his and he was greedy, so he teased the stiff little bud at the apex of her thighs and dropped his head. When his tongue found her she cried out. “What—” “I just want a small taste, darlin.’”
