Her Errant Earl by Scarlett Scott Page B

insistence, it was only a matter of time before she
climaxed, her body shuddering with the aftermath of her pleasure.
    He rose once more, his powerful body atop hers, pinning her
to the bed. She wanted to bring him the same fulfillment he brought her. “Your
turn,” she murmured, putting her hands on his shoulders and guiding him down to
the bed so that he traded places with her.
    She met his gaze, reveling in the unabashed desire she saw
reflected in their smoky depths. She had no idea what she was doing, only that
she wanted to bestow upon him the same sensations he had given her. It was the
ultimate gesture of her love for him. She lowered her head and took his rigid
cock into her mouth as deeply as she could. He was smoother than she’d
expected. She ran her tongue up and down his length, then sucked.
    “Christ, darling,” he groaned after a time. “You’re going to
bloody well kill me.”
    She smiled against him, continuing to suck and tease his
arousal. It was wanton of her, she knew, but she loved giving him the same
bliss he’d given her. Just when his body began to stiffen beneath hers, he
caught her shoulders and hauled her atop him. She was breathless, incited by
the pressure of him between her legs.
    He guided her limbs so that she was fitted comfortably
against him. “Rise up a bit, darling,” he directed, his hands on her waist.
“That’s it.”
    With one swift thrust, he was inside her. She emitted a
startled exclamation. Good heavens, she was atop him. She hadn’t realized
lovemaking could be done this way as well. It seemed she had much to learn.
    “Ride me, my girl,” he murmured, helping her into a
delicious rhythm.
    Her unbound curls swept down like a curtain around them.
Their gazes locked as he surged inside her again and again. She found she
rather liked the feeling of power her position gave her. Leaning down, she
kissed him once more. Their tongues tangled, mouths sealed as their bodies
rocked together as one.
    Passion crashed over her like waves upon a shore until she
could no longer resist the pull of the tide. She was swept away, helplessly
overcome, her sheath tightening upon him in spasm after spasm of release. He
pumped faster, moving deeper until he too let go. The hot spurt of his seed
went inside her as she collapsed against his chest, thoroughly spent.
    They were both silent for an indeterminate amount of time,
the only sound their equally ragged breathing. William ran his hand gently up
and down her back in a soothing motion and gave her a swift kiss.
    “If you don’t mind, my dear, I just may ask Lady Strathmore
to intrude upon my chamber every day if it creates that sort of response in
you,” he said softly, a teasing note in his voice.
    His ridiculous humor had her smiling. “Don’t you dare,” she
warned without rancor. “If I ever see her again, I swear I shall tear the false
hair right from her head.”
    He laughed, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Now that is
something I’d almost like to see, my love.”
    “Say it again,” she ordered on a sigh.
    “Now that is something—”
    “No,” she interrupted, giggling herself. “The other part.”
    “My love.”
    She sighed again. How she loved him. “I love you, William.”
    “I love you too, my dear,” he said without hesitation.
    Tangled up in one another’s arms, they went to dreamless
sleep.

Chapter Five
     
    The next two days passed for Victoria in a state of utter
bliss. She and her husband lingered in bed mornings and afternoons alike,
making love to one another until she knew every inch of his body and he hers.
It was all very much like a dream from which she had no intention of waking.
Ever.
    But their idyll wasn’t meant to last, it seemed.
    The duke had arrived, and his first order of business was an
audience with Victoria. The summons came as a surprise to both her and William.
Afternoon light filtered into her chamber as she prepared for the undoubtedly
uncomfortable meeting to come.