Page 66 of As the Earl Likes
“It goes beyond that,” Jo said with a great deal of irony. “I do think this plan may have worked if you’d chosen someone other than me.”
“I didn’t want anyone else.” He’d chosen her because she wouldn’t suffer when this was finished. But that claim—that he didn’t want anyone else—meant so much more now.
“You shouldn’t want me,” she whispered.
“I know.” He picked up his hat and started toward the door, but he would have to pass her.
He tried. He really did.
But her gaze locked with his, and when he reached her, he simply…stopped. She took his hat and set it back on the table. “Kiss me before you go, then.”
He wanted to be gentle. He clasped her face and lowered his head. But the moment his lips met hers, he lost control. His mouth slanted over hers. When she clasped his lapels and pulled him against her, he groaned.
Her movement caused him to push her back against the door. Her hands moved up his front and curled around his neck as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. She met his kiss eagerly, grasping at his nape and hair.
Sheff caressed her face, her neck, her collarbones. Their kisses were long and deep, relentless in their passion as they explored one another. They made inarticulate sounds, their bodies moving with each other to feel as much as possible.
She dug her fingers into his neck as he kissed down her neck. He licked the hollow at the base of her throat, and she moaned her approval.
Desperate to touch her bare flesh, he lifted her skirt and skimmed his hand along her thigh. She widened her stance, then lifted her leg to curl it about his waist in open invitation. He moved his hands to her backside and guided her other leg around him, lifting her so that he held her pinned against the door.
She raised her skirts, bunching them between their bodies. His rigid cock, constrained by his clothing, pressed against her wet heat. All he had to do was unbutton his fall and sink into her.
God, how he wanted that. But not here, not in a storage cupboard.
She ground against him and pulled his head up, her mouth claiming his as she squeezed her legs around him. Sheff pumped his hips, his body raging with need. He swung her around to the table, setting her on the edge.
He slipped his hand between her legs while he ravaged her mouth. She opened for him, her foot moving around his leg.
Stroking her flesh, he brought his fingers to her sex. He paused—his hand and their kiss—and looked into her eyes. “You must stop me if that’s what you want.”
“I do not want you to stop. I want you to make me come.”
“Like this?” He found her clitoris and moved his fingertips over the sensitive bud, slowly at first, then with more pressure and speed.
“Yes,” she hissed. Her eyes closed, and her head tipped back.
Sheff watched her face, desire and need etched into every contour. Her lips were parted as she whimpered with each stroke of his fingers. He pushed a finger into her wet sheath, gliding easily inside. He pumped once, twice. She cried out, and he kissed her, stealing the sound and devouring it for himself.
With two fingers, he thrust into her, curling them to find that elusive inner place that would drive her toward the brink. He could feel her muscles clenching as she sought release. Nothing had ever felt so good. So right.
But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to do what she asked—to make her come. But in the most spectacular way possible.
“Lie back,” he rasped, guiding her backward atop the table. Then he pushed her skirts up to her waist with his free hand, exposing her sex to him. He watched for a moment as he fucked her with his fingers. He’d never seen anything so arousing in his life.
Her hips moved with him, her body seeking whatever he would give her. Needing to taste her as well as give her even more, he bent his head and licked her clitoris.
She cried out his name and clutched at his head. He pushed at her thigh, making her open to him even more. She slid back on the table and braced her feet on the edge. Moving one hand to her backside, he held her as he drove his tongue deep into her sex.
Shuddering, her hips bucked up. He brought his hand around to her front and held her down, gently, as he slid his fingers into her once more, his lips and tongue teasing her clitoris until her body began to quiver.
Her muscles clenched, and she stiffened as her orgasm exploded. A high-pitched keening sound filled the room, but she muffled it with her hand; at least, he assumed that was what she was doing. He didn’t look, for he had a job to finish.
He moved his fingers inside her, licking and suckling her clitoris, until she began to calm. Then he kissed her mound, her thigh, her hip.
“I hope that kiss was satisfactory.” He stared down at her sprawled atop the table, her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling.
“Quite,” she murmured, her voice drunk with sexual satisfaction.
