”Are you begging, sweet duke?” She laughed at his groan and shifted again, to kneel by his side. Loosened locks of hair tumbled over her shoulders to brush his middle as Summer bent to kiss along his ribcage, pausing to swirl her tongue around one nipple. “You were so willing to wait before … ” Cool nails scraped his skin, marking her name into his flesh. Deliberately she paused at his hips, gazing up his prone body, before sucking a mark into his flesh. “Shall I go on?”