Page 46 of Real Earls Break the Rules

His dark head lowered, and he pressed hot kisses to her left breast, then to the other. Deep spirals of pleasure made her gasp, and his fingers continued to work at her gown. More hooks followed and with a tug, the top half of her gown slid across her shoulders and down her arms to her waist. Her breathing became labored in her laced corset.

He cupped her breasts and pressed them together through the fabric of her chemise. She whimpered at the stroke of his thumbs across her sensitive nipples. Then he lowered his head an inch farther to lick and suck the tip of her breast in his hot mouth. Molten fire ran from the tip of her captured breast and plunged downward into her belly. The pleasure moved even lower to a pulsing need between her legs, and her knees weakened.

“Look at yourself. Do you see how beautiful you are?” he rasped.

Unable to resist, she glanced down. Her hardened nipples were visible through the wet chemise—molded to the fine muslin like second skin. The image should be shocking. Instead it heightened her arousal to a fevered pitch.

He made quick work of the rest of the fastenings, and her gown slid down to pool at her feet. He untied the corset laces and it soon followed. She stepped out of the mound of clothing and turned to face him dressed only in her shift, stockings, and garters.

He gazed at her with fierce hunger, then recaptured her mouth for a searing kiss. She was aware of his pulsing hardness against her stomach, and she wanted to see him, to touch him the way he’d explored her. She reached down and cupped him, then traced his length with her fingers.

Sweet Lord.

She never imaged he could grow so large. She felt the pulsing heat through the fall of his trousers. Her grasp instinctively tightened.

He jerked and ground his pelvis into her palm. She experienced a thrill of female satisfaction that she could affect him this way. Her fingers stroked, up and down, and he closed his eyes and groaned low in his throat. She watched in fascination and wondered what it would feel like to have him inside her, filling her. She knew what transpired between a man and a woman, but she hadn’t wanted it, hadn’t craved it until now. She lowered her lids and memorized the feel of his shape and size.

He placed his hand over hers, arresting her movements, and his hot breath brushed her temple. “Stop. It’s too easy for me…to lose control with you,” he groaned, his jaw clenched tight.

She didn’t want to stop. She longed to see and feel him without the barrier of clothing.

He cupped her face in his hands. “I thought kisses would be enough. But the feel of you…the taste. It’s intoxicating.”

She felt the throb of her pulse in her throat. “I don’t want to stop,” she whispered.

“Christ. Huntingdon would kill me,” he muttered.

Huntingdon? He was worried about her brother-in-law? Amelia could hardly think through the haze of passion. The ache between her thighs was begging for a release that she instinctively knew only he could give her. She was wildly curious and wanted to remove his shirt, to run her hands up and down his powerful arms and chest, to memorize him by sight and touch so she could capture his naked glory on paper in the privacy of her own chamber.

“You have to go before I lose all control and ravage you on my desk.”

Her breath caught at the darkness in his voice and the image his erotic words evoked. Could a man and woman make love on a desk?

The thought should have frightened her. Instead the scandalous image aroused her.

Marriage to Brandon might be impossible, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t experience him. She knew with certainty that she would compare any man in her future with Brandon and they would fall short. Days remained of the house party. Did she want to waste their remaining time together or seize the moment?

Taking a deep breath, she looked into his eyes. “What if I told you I want this? I want to be with you. Here. Tonight.”

“No. You don’t know what you’re saying.” His voice was gruff.

“I do.”

“I can give you pleasure. Delicious pleasure without risk. Do you trust me?” he asked hoarsely.

Her heart beat wildly. Desire caressed every inch of her skin and left her body crying out for his touch. She did trust him. He’d opened up to her tonight, and she saw through the surface to the real man. He was no longer just a handsome earl, but an honorable man who felt great responsibility for all those who depended on him.

“Yes,” she said. “I trust you.”

Satisfaction glinted in his green gaze. One hand gripped her buttocks, lifting her to the tips of her toes and pressing her flush against him. She felt his hardness against her stomach, shocking and arousing at once. He took two steps to his desk and she felt his every move pressed against him. Liquid warmth heated her thighs and settled deep between her legs. All the while he kissed her leisurely. With an outstretched hand, he cleared the surface of the desk, a stack of paper falling to the carpet with a thud. He placed her bottom on the desk, nudging her legs apart with his thigh and stepping between her skirts.

Lifting the hem of her chemise, he trailed his fingers up her silk stocking and halted at the lace of her garter. Her muscles tightened in anticipation as his hand skimmed the back of her knee and moved up her thigh. She squirmed as his fingers brushed the tight curls between her legs.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he murmured against her throat.

A quiver of anticipation surged through her veins. Every nerve ending was focused on the tip of his finger as he gently circled her woman’s flesh. He knew just where to apply pressure, just how long to pause, before rubbing against the aching sensitive spot between her legs. Then he began to pump in and out of her body at a delicious leisurely pace until she was gasping and arching in need to meet his skillful fingers.

“Just one taste,” he murmured against her lips.