Page 72 of How the Earl Entices

“Do you like that?” he asked, the low rasp of his voice mixing with the wicked teasing of his fingers to melt all the muscles in her belly.

“Yes! Dear God, yes…” Her heart pounded so hard that she knew he could feel it against his hand that still kneaded her breast, knew that he could feel the ache of desire throbbing against his fingertips. Each teasing retreat brought a swirl of his fingers, each returning plunge a delicious brush against the sensitive bead buried in her folds.

“You’re so warm and soft,” he murmured incredulously against her bare back. “So unbelievably tight.”

His words stirred the flames burning at her core. Only Ross could create such sensations of yearning, along with a ravenous need to be satiated.

“So slippery smooth.” He bit her shoulder, his teeth sinking into her flesh. She jumped beneath him at the jolt of pleasure-pain, and her sex clenched hard around his fingers. She felt his wicked smile spread against her back. “And ready.”

“Take me.” She glanced over her shoulder at him and pleaded softly, “Now.”

In the moonlight, she watched him unbutton his trousers. His hand reached inside and pulled himself free from the layers of clothes he still wore while she was so brazenly draped naked across the table before him. Her gaze was riveted on his erection…magnificently masculine, long and hard, with a thick girth that made her tremble. The tip glistened in the moonlight with proof of his desire for her.

He paused to let her look, a smile quirking at his lips at her shamelessness. Then he stepped forward and guided himself between her thighs, sliding back and forth against her folds from behind until her dew slicked his length. Each forward slide tickled his tip against the aching bead at her core in a fleeting tease that had her writhing against the table in silent pleading for him to give her what she needed. Her body and soul had been waiting for over a decade to quench this thirst, and that it would be with Ross…perfection.

“Please,” she begged, shaking. The unbearable ache threatened to consume her if he didn’t put out the very fire he flamed. “Ross, please—now!”

With a single step, he pushed his hips forward and thrust into her. She cried out at being filled so completely, at being stretched open wide to take all of him in, and her body tensed beneath his. Ten years’ abstinence made the moment feel almost like losing her maidenhead again. But this time, she knew what pleasures came next, and there was no fear of making herself vulnerable to him, of showing him with her body the affections she now held for him in her heart.

The fleeting pain vanished quickly, and in its place came the most wonderful sensation she’d ever known. Ross moved inside her so tenderly that tears formed at her lashes. Her body welcomed his deep and controlled strokes as his hips rocked against her bottom, as his hands soothingly caressed large circles over her bare back. That inexplicable connection they shared bonded them together now, the invisible ribbon that joined them spooling more tightly with each plunge of his manhood into her tight warmth.

“Better,” she panted out. “Oh so much better!”

He laughed. The low sound rumbled from his chest and along his erection as it stroked into her.

His hand slipped around to her front, between her legs to that place where their bodies joined. He delved down to find the engorged bead at her core and rubbed it as he continued to thrust inside her.

She gasped as the intensity of his touch overwhelmed her. With a yearning cry of capitulation, she grabbed the edge of the table to hold herself down against the unstoppable release—

She shattered, her hips bucking her bottom against him as the climax overtook her. Wave after gasping wave gripped her and then released with a shudder. Never…neverhad she felt such uninhibited joy as she did at that moment, with his arms around her and his manhood still inside her, now impossibly harder than before.

The lips of her sex tightened around him as her body attempted to milk his release from him. But he held himself still in hard-won restraint, gritting his teeth as he let her fall into her own bliss without him.

When she could find her voice, she whispered, “You didn’t…”

“Because we’re not finished,” he ground out through gritted teeth.

Slipping from her warmth with a tortured groan, he turned her to face him, the gold dress falling to the floor at his feet. He set her on the table’s edge and wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles together at the small of his back. Then he moved forward between her spread thighs, teasing just the engorged tip of his steely hard length into the sensitized folds. She whimpered, greedily wanting him again.

In one swift, smooth movement, he lifted her from the table and thrust hard, stepping forward to impale her against the wall.

Holding her pinned in place,Ross thrust into her, hard and fast. All the hot desire and pent-up frustration he’d suffered during their time together surged to the surface, heightened by tonight’s events. The only cure was to take himself as deep inside her as possible.

She clung helplessly to him, her face buried against his neck as new arousal coursed through her. He heard it in the moans that poured from her and felt it in the tightening of her sex encircling him, even as she grew so drenched that the wet noises of their joined bodies declared audibly the shared pleasure they were finding in each other.Dear God, what pleasure she gave him! It was all he could do to hold himself back when he’d taken her over the table. But she’d waited a long time for this, and he wanted it to last as long as possible.

Yet she quickly broke again in his arms, and her body shuddered violently as she clung to him. Her thighs gripped hard against his hips as she quivered helplessly around him.

Not withdrawing from her, he lowered himself to the floor, bringing her down onto her back beneath him. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms over her head.

She writhed with a low moan, begging for more.

“Insatiable,” he admonished as he ground his hips down into hers, bringing him inside her to the hilt.

“I am.” She hooked her left leg over his arm, opening herself wide beneath him. With an appreciative groan, he sank impossibly deeper, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from her. “For you.”

A growl of masculine pride and possession tore from him. He wanted to claim all of her—body, heart, and soul—and mark her as his. She would never be stolen from him again, and he would never suffer another masquerade at which this amazing woman ended up with another man. She was his. Tonight, tomorrow…always.

This time when she came beneath him with a cry, he followed after, thrusting deep and holding himself there. His cock jerked in exquisite release, and he poured himself into her. She quivered around him as her body drank him in, and in response, his thighs and buttocks clenched as he strained to empty every drop. Until he’d given her every last bit of himself.