Page 88 of Tempting the Earl

He twisted and curled his fingers, igniting new and wonderful sensations. Her breath caught and held as his thrusting fingers became more urgent, more demanding. And when he smoothed his other hand over her low belly to circle her clitoris with his wide thumb, she decided she’d happily die right there beneath the magic of his touch.

“Colin,” she gasped, lifting a hand to wrap around the back of his neck. “Colin.”

He turned toward her and sipped gently at her lips before gliding his tongue along hers. “I’ve got you. The door is locked. There’ll be no interruptions.” He sucked her tongue briefly into his mouth before he muttered a final rough command, “Fall apart for me.”

The beautiful harshness of his voice and the lush demand of his fingers in her body slipped her over the edge. With a heavy moan she released herself to the sudden eruption of pleasure. It swept her away in a wave of glorious sensation that claimed her completely. Leaving her mindless and boneless and breathless.

Before she could even begin to come back from it, he lifted her from the tub and carried her—dripping and sated—to the nearby bed where he laid her out atop the soft coverlet.

When she finally managed to open her eyes, it was to see him standing at the foot of the bed. He’d removed the rest of his clothing and the pure, quiet power in his naked body made her belly tighten with swiftly renewed desire. But it was the wild hunger in his gaze that nearly undid her completely, triggering a rush of molten fire through her core and a fierce clenching of her heart.

COLIN BREATHED DEEPLY through his nose in a desperate attempt to calm the inferno raging inside him. It was difficult to accustom himself to how completely his passion and need took over when he was with her. When he was pleasuring her, touching her, tasting her.

Everything else disappeared when she looked at him as she was now. Her eyes glazed with pleasure, her lips soft, and her breath quickened.

“You’re bluidy magnificent, Colin.”

Her whispered words held so much awe and wonder, he couldn’t keep himself from chuckling.

“It’s true,” she insisted.

The need to feel every inch of her damp, bath-scented skin against his own heated body was a temptation greater than anything he’d ever known. That night in the study hadn’t been nearly enough to satiate his need for her and last night had only increased his hunger. The fires inside him raged all the higher for having known the beauty of her touch, her sighs, her bold desire.

But from the moment he’d met Ainsworth, he’d wanted more. Her cooperation. Her acceptance. Eventually, her admiration. Always more. He craved it. The need for her overwhelmed him. And as he stood there, soaking up the sight of her body spread across the bed in bold, trusting abandon, he surrendered to yearning inside him.

He placed his hands to the mattress between her spread ankles and heard her breath catch. Kneeling on the bed, he sat back on his heels as he smoothed his hands up her legs. Her thighs trembled then opened wider as she clutched at the bedclothes beneath her.

She knew what was coming.

He looked up at her and saw the light of anticipation in her eyes as her teeth clamped over the fullness of her bottom lip. A slow smile spread his lips, and she gave a quiet gasp.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked roughly, his desire nearly choking him.

She gave a quick nod. “Aye.”

“Where?”

She groaned her frustration but answered, “You ken where.”

He lowered his gaze to her core where the pink inner folds were glistening and swollen from her earlier release. “Yes,” he murmured thickly, “I know exactly where you want my kiss.”

Then he lowered his head and covered her with his hungry mouth.

Her body jolted in response. No doubt her nerves were still sensitive. To keep her in place, he slid his shoulders beneath her thighs and crossed his arms over her belly. Then he flicked his tongue gently against the tight bud at the apex of her sex.

The sound she made was a strangled cry, and he looked up to see her body curved in a deep arch. Softening his tongue, he soothed her with long, languid licks before testing her sensitivity by suckling on her inner folds. Her gasps and moans were like honey to his ears. Sultry and sweet. When he thrust his tongue inside her, she rolled her hips, offering more of herself, and his control broke.

With a snarl, he took all she had to give. He devoured her. Ravenously. Wickedly. Wildly. Until she squeezed her thighs around his head and quivered with pulsing spasms against his tongue and lips. And after she eventually stilled, he lapped at her slick flesh, consuming every bit of the silky pleasure she’d released.

The taste of her was intoxicating. Her honey, a powerful aphrodisiac.

When he finally managed to lift himself from between her lovely thighs, he nearly burst at a slight brush of the coverlet against his erection. He must have groaned at the brief, torturous contact, because she murmured in languid concern, “What is it? Are you all right?”

He couldn’t answer her. The raging fire inside him was too great. He needed to be inside her.

Now.

With a harsh growl, he wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her up with him as he sat back on his heels. Spreading his knees, he pulled her atop his thighs. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders as she rolled her hips to press her heated core against his aching, throbbing length.

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