Page 68 of As the Earl Likes
He pulled away from her. “Jo, I can’t.”
She blinked up at him, her lips parted. “Are you going to leave?”
“God, no. I’m just not going to come in your mouth. Not when I want so desperately to feel your sex around my cock. Unless you want me to go?”
“I have a new rule,” she said, pulling her legs up and scooting backward up the bed. “You have to spend the night with me before you leave town.” She crooked her finger at him as she pushed back the covers of the bed.
Sheff grinned as he fell onto the bed and crawled up to join her. “You do make the rules. And I am honor bound to follow them.”
Chapter 14
A small part of Jo questioned the choice she’d made downstairs, but the vast majority of her wanted this. She wanted Sheff—in a way she’d never wanted anyone before.
He was going to leave, and when he returned, their fake betrothal would be over. Now was the time to give in to their mutual attraction and put it behind them. One night to satisfy their hunger and move on.
As he prowled up the bed toward her, she quivered with desire, her breasts tingling and her sex pulsing. She’d pulled the covers back, but hadn’t slid between them.
His blue eyes were dark, riddled with storms. She saw passion and need, even stark lust as he unabashedly raked her with his gaze.
He clasped her ankle and skimmed his hand up her leg, his thumb sliding along her inner calf, her knee, and then moving beneath her chemise to stroke her thigh. He gripped her, squeezing her flesh, as he came over her, his body looming above hers.
Sheff braced his other hand beside her head. “I will pull out before I come.”
She nodded, grateful someone was thinking clearly. She usually inserted a sponge, but things had progressed quickly. This hadn’t been at all planned—at least not for her.
“Were you hoping this would happen tonight when you came to the club?” As soon as she uttered the question, she wished she hadn’t. She didn’t want to know if this was a premeditated seduction, probably one of dozens in his experience.
He shook his head, surprising her but also pleasing her more than she cared to acknowledge. “No, I came to tell you I was leaving. Everything else is…unexpected. But desperately wanted.” He bent his head and kissed her, gently at first. She clasped his head and held him to her, allowing the joy of the moment to wrap around her.
His tongue dipped into her mouth, and she met him with her own. When his hand moved farther up her thigh, she parted her legs and arched her hips slightly, seeking his touch. He stroked her folds, stoking her desire.
Lifting his head, he looked down at her with such vulnerability that she couldn’t draw a breath for a moment. “May I remove this?” He lifted his hand from the bed and touched the sleeve of her chemise.
“Please.”
His hand left her sex as he pushed the garment up over her hips. She lifted from the bed and wriggled as he drew the chemise up her body and over her head. Her arms were up, her hands against the headboard, and he clasped her wrists in his hand, holding her there.
“Let me look at you,” he breathed, his gaze moving down to her breasts. With his free hand, he caressed each one, settling on the left. He cupped her, massaged her, rolled her nipple between his fingers.
Jo arched up with a whimper as he toyed with her. If her hands were free, she would have put his head to her breast and urged him to suckle her. But she could not. “Sheff, please. I want your mouth.”
“Here?” he asked, pinching her nipple hard enough to send a shaft of pleasure straight to her core, but not so much that it hurt.
“Yes.”
He pulled on her nipple, teasing her relentlessly. “You’re so beautiful. And so aroused. I could stare at you all night. Perhaps I will.”
“Please, Sheff.” She writhed beneath him and pulled against his grip on her wrists.
“I am enjoying your torment,” he said rather wickedly. “I think you are too.” But then he lowered his head and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking on her flesh so she cried out. Pleasure built in her core, making her desperate for his touch.
He released her wrists and brought his hands to her breasts, cupping and caressing her as he feasted on her nipples. Eyes closed, Jo arched her neck and clasped his head, holding him tightly and tangling her fingers in his thick hair.
One of his hands trailed down to her sex, where he teased her clitoris before sliding his fingers into her sheath. Jo bucked up, moaning with ecstasy.
“Give me your cock,” she demanded.
“In due time,” he murmured at her breast as he used his teeth to gently score her nipple.
