Page 35 of The Heart of an Earl

She slipped onto his lap, her naked thighs dragging along his skin and then settling aside his hips. Her folds curled around his engorged member that strained high for her.

Her nipples taut, pulled to the very brink between pleasure and pain, she moaned as Des worked his way up along her chest, his lips finding hers.

A searing kiss, the very heart of him—the very need of him—stealing away every thought of breathing away from her.

She lifted herself, setting the tip of him at her entrance.

He pulled away from the kiss, his hands clasping along the sides of her face, his hazel eyes burning her to her core. “Jules?”

“Yes.” The demand seeped from her lungs with the last breath she had managed to hold onto.

A growl and he drove upward, sinking deep into her, filling her with every look, every breath of lust he’d had for her during the last weeks.

Deep. Deep and so full her body twisted, her nails digging into his shoulders as the first wave of a building orgasm hit.

Soon. Too soon.

She locked her feet onto the inner rungs of the chair and lifted herself, teasing her own body with the length of him—the torture of the emptiness his shaft left behind.

A tormented groan rumbled from his chest. He needed to be inside of her as much as she needed it.

She sank downward, his cock lifting, devouring the emptiness she couldn’t suffer. Upward. Downward. Her thighs straining, she curled against Des’s hands splayed under her backside, guiding her path along his shaft.

Until the shudders started again. Started so deep and ferocious there was no stopping them this time. She sped, no longer able to bridle the screams in her throat.

Des stilled her, every muscle of his body straining as he held her high at the apex of his shaft. “I can pull—”

“No. No.” She drove her hips downward against his strength. “Deep. Deep in me.”

A growl shook his belly, his shoulders, and he slammed up into her, exploding, the force of it sending her over the edge. Her body crumpled against him, clutching him as a savage shake overtook her limbs and waves of greedy relief wracked her body.

All sense of control abandoned her, stolen by the shock-filled waves ripping through everything she was.

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Des’s breath, hot and wild into her neck, told Jules he hadn’t expected this either. The force of her orgasm, the violence with which it had taken over her entire body, her entire being—no thought had been possible as it destroyed her from the inside out.

Still gasping for breath, Des dragged his head backward, the blue specks in his hazel eyes vibrating as he stared at her face for long seconds. “That—I wasn’t ready for that.”

Choking in air, she managed words with an exhale. “Me neither.”

He sank forward against her, his face in the crook of her neck as they both struggled for breath.

Minutes passed and then his right hand curled into her hair, his lips next to her ear. “What is this between us, Jules?”

Her breath stilled in her chest. She didn’t have an answer. Not a real one. She gave a slight shake of her head. “I don’t know, but it goes far beyond the esteem I have for you. Beyond this pull in my gut that makes my body want yours.”

He drew back and his hazel eyes darkened, intent on her. “I vowed long ago to never love again.”

A crooked smile curled her lips. “Funny, as I gave up on that very thing four and half years ago when I married Redthorn.” She nodded. “So it is settled. Love is not a part of this.”

“Agreed.” He returned the nod.

She shifted off of him, lifting herself to her feet. “Turn—I still need to get to the bottom cuts before the scabs crust over.”

He grabbed her wrist. “But you should know—the pull—I feel it as well. Yet I don’t know what to do about it.”

She grinned. “I think we just did exactly what we were supposed to do about it.”

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