Page 73 of The Earl's Bluestocking Bride
The walls, floor, and bed frame were polished wood. The red drapes and red-and-black mat made the room feel warmer than it otherwise might.
She turned to Andrew. “I don’t know what to do.”
He pushed the door shut and latched it, then smiled warmly as he approached. “Relax. I’ll tell you everything you need to do. Don’t worry about failing. There’s absolutely no way you ever could.”
She exhaled shakily. “All right.”
“Good.”
He drew closer until his chest brushed hers and their legs would touch if either of them swayed toward the other. He rested one of his hands on her hip and lifted the other to cup the side of her face.
Instinctively, she closed her eyes and turned her face into his palm.
“You are beautiful, Amelia.”
She stiffened and lifted her face from his hand. She wasn’t beautiful. Not in the slightest. “I don’t need you to tell me that.”
He put his finger to her lips. “Ah, but I do. So don’t argue. I’m going to kiss you now. Is that all right?”
“Yes,” she whispered, suddenly eager to experience a repeat of the kiss from their wedding. He hadn’t kissed her on the lips since then, only on the cheek or her forehead, and she couldn’t help but feel that she’d been missing out.
He cupped her face between his palms and touched his lips to hers. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she closed them, breathing in his sweet and spicy scent as he increased the pressure on her mouth. She gasped when his tongue brushed against the seam of her lips.
“Open for me, darling,” he murmured.
She parted her lips, uncertain what was happening, but confident that she would like it.
His tongue slipped into her mouth and stroked hers. Heatpulsed between her legs, and her breath caught. What on earth was that? How could a kiss make her throb at that secret place at the apex of her thighs?
Instinctively, her tongue twined with his. He groaned, and satisfaction coursed through her. She had been the one to make him feel good. She repeated the movement, eager for more. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against his body. Something was different from when they’d embraced before. Something hard and hot.
She drew back, her eyes wide. “What’s that?”
“That’s my cock. When we lie together, I’ll put it inside you.” He slipped his arm between them and cupped her secret spot. “Right here.”
Her hips rocked into his touch, and fireworks exploded in the backs of her eyes. “Why does that feel so good?”
His smile became sinful. “If you think that’s good, just wait. I’m going to make you scream.”
She laughed nervously. Was that supposed to be reassuring?
“Stand in front of the bed,” he ordered.
She did so, and he immediately started unbuttoning the back of her gown. His fingers moved deftly—he was clearly almost as comfortable with this task as a maid would be. When he reached the bottom, the gown slid off her shoulders and pooled around her waist.
A gentle touch landed on her upper arm, and she jumped.
“Shh,” he murmured. “Let me kiss you.”
She shuddered as he trailed more kisses along the top of her shoulder and up the side of her neck. Every single nerve in her body sang.
“Step out of the dress,” he urged.
She shimmied the gown to the floor and hesitated. Clad in only her undergarments, she felt quite bare.
“Look at me.”
She did so.
