Page 90 of One Night with an Earl

She shifted in his arms. “No matter how impossible?”

“Yes.”

She was quiet for a while. When she spoke, her tone was far off and whimsical. “I’d be married and have a house. A house with a fence and a dog.”

His heart clenched in his chest. He pictured more for her future. He pictured himself in the home with the dog. And with her. “What else?”

She sighed. “I’d have children.”

“How many?”

“At least two. A boy and a girl.”

Another image rose in his mind, that of a beautiful little girl with a mischievous smile and hazel eyes. “Ah, the girl would have dark, curly hair.”

Ana wrinkled her nose. “Heaven forbid. My hair is a curse. An unruly one.”

He reached out to finger a mahogany lock. The color and texture still intrigued him. “Your hair is lovely. I wanted to see it down the first time I noticed you at the Silver Chalice.”

“Mmm, and so you have.” She raised her face to his, her eyes bright. “And you, my lord? What do you envision for your future?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “What is expected of me.”

“An heir and spare to the earldom?”

A harsh laugh escaped him. “My grandmother seems to think so.”

“No sense thinking about far-off futures.” She slid a hand down his chest. “I’d like to think of other things right now.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Oh? Are you using your charms to distract me?”

“Will it work?”

“Witch.” The truth was, she could distract him so easily. He adored this teasing side of her. Uninhibited and utterly lovely.

She slipped between his legs, her eyes mischievous. “I’m curious about your body.”

He grew instantly hard. “A gentleman would let a lady explore.”

“And are you a gentleman in bed?”

“In this instance, yes.”

His heart hammered as she lowered her head, her hair trailing over his chest just as he’d fantasied. His skin tightened at the light touch. She kissed his nipple, his ribs, then lower. He hissed as she placed an open-mouthed kiss on his hip, inches from his hard cock.

Lower.

“Madame Crescent told me about such things. I was shocked at first, but now I want to try.” She met his gaze as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, placed a kiss on the tip, and licked the crown. He nearly jumped out of his skin. If he watched, he would lose all control and come too soon.

She licked the head again then sucked. “I wonder if this feels as good as when you kiss me between my legs.”

“Better.” His voice was hoarse.

“Tell me what to do to please you.”

“Use your lips and tongue. Suck me.” Would his base demands shock her? She was not a mistress, not a whore, and she meant so much more to him.

Any worries fled when she licked him from tip to base, then took him fully into her mouth. The slick suction was the most erotic experience of his life. She was the inexperienced one, yet she took swift control. He should have known she would hold nothing back.