Page 68 of My Wicked Earl
A soft, female body settled next to Colin. Tiny nips at his earlobe and the press of lips against his neck shot sensation down his body to his already throbbing cock.
“Mmm. You taste good. Not as good as a raisin cake, of course, but altogether quite delicious.”
Christ.Colin’s eyes shot open.
Miranda pressed her body against his back, curling her smaller form over his. Her hair trailed in wild disarray tickling his nose as she looked down at him. She was grinning from ear to ear as if she’d accomplished some magnificent feat. Pressing a kiss to his naked shoulder, she peered at him in curiosity, her face bathed with the soft light of the fire. “You haven’t any clothes on, do you?”
“Not a stitch.”
Miranda bit her lip. “Don’t gentlemen wear something to bed? I ask because once I saw Bevins late at night sneaking down to the kitchen. He had a nightshirt on and-”
Colin rolled over on his back and pulled her atop him.
“I’m not at all interested in what your butler may wear to bed.”
He positioned her hips so that she straddled him, watching in fascination as the nightgown rode up her thighs. He could feel the warm press of her mound through the sheets and his erection throbbed painfully in response.
Miranda made a soft sound of pleasure. The long curling strands of her hair floated over his bare chest like a dark cloak.
“I saw you once,” her gaze ran over his torso, “when you and Sutton swam in the pond at Gray Covington. I do not remember this.” A fingernail grazed his nipple and trailed through the mat of hair on his chest. Miranda’s eyes turned thoughtful. “I don’t suppose I’ve ever seen a man without his shirt.”
“You shouldn’t be here, Miranda.” Colin was quite sure Lord Cambourne’s approval of their courtship didn’t extend to bedding the man’s daughter beneath his own roof.
“I wanted to see you. You ignored me all through dinner.” She wiggled atop him again, pushing herself against the thickening of his groin. “And don’t worry. Everyone is asleep. Even Bevins. I locked the door.”
“You were teasing me, deliberately, all through the meal. The way you licked the pudding off your spoon, for instance.”
“I wasn’t.” She leaned down and brushed her lips to his. Her breasts hung down, the plush warmth pushing suggestively against his chest. “It was only pudding.”
The nightgown, some sheer bit of cotton that aroused Colin more than deterred him, gaped open at the neck. Nipples the color of summer cherries pushed impudently against the nearly transparent material, begging for his mouth.
“I’ve tried to be good, really I have, Colin. I know I’m terribly forward. Wanton, even. I supposed I should be ashamed, but . . .” A soft gasp escaped her as Colin nosed his way inside the gaping neckline and flicked his tongue against one nipple.
“Oh.” Miranda made a lovely little squeak.
The problem, Colin thought as he took the cherry red peak in his mouth and his hand cupped her breast, was that Miranda possessed not anounceof shyness around him. She begged for his touch with every glance and swish of her hips, until Colin thought he would become mindless with lust.
A tortured gasp parted her lips as he drew her nipple between his teeth. She arched her back, pushing her breast more fully into his mouth as her fingers found their way to the base of Colin’s skull. Her hips rolled back and forth over his rock-hard erection.
Colin released the nipple, his breathing harsh as he lay his head on her breast. His hands gripped her hips, holding her still. How many men could withstand such an assault?
“Miranda, leave now, I beg you.”
“I cannot.” Her hands fell to his shoulders and she lightly traced his collarbone. A light kiss pressed the corner of his mouth. Then his shoulder. Then the hollow of his neck. She sat back.
A whoosh of air left his chest at the feel of her flesh rubbing against him through the sheet.
Cheeky, magnificent woman.
Miranda watched him, a curious look in her eyes, then she moved again.
Colin pushed up as she did so, letting her feel the rigid heat of his cock.
Miranda’s mouth parted in surprise, then her lips curled seductively.
“Christ, you should leave.”
Suddenly, she slid down his body, so that her face now hovered just above his stomach.
