The Earl and the Governess: An Erotic Romance by Alison Shaw Page A

each other.
    He broke the
silence. “I … I had to see you, Charlotte.”
    “And that
woman?” Charlotte asked, her voice a mere whisper. “Where is that
woman?”
    “I don’t know,”
Rafe lied. “And I don’t care.”
    “What is she to
you? Do you love her?”
    “No. She’s
nothing Charlotte.” Rafe suddenly found himself reluctant to speak
in case unwise words tumbled from his mouth, words he had never
said to any woman before. Seeing Charlotte so stripped of artifice
had him completely undone. All his usual confidence and charm had
deserted him.
    He was also
unable to move, seemingly stuck to the door, afraid to do anything
at all.
    Charlotte
carefully placed her book on the chair next to her bed and pushing
the blankets down a little, stepped onto the floor. Rafe’s breath
caught in his throat as he watched her bare feet step onto the
wooden floorboards. Her toenails were pearly pink and he was
transfixed.
    She walked
towards him and his eyes were drawn up the skirt of her loose
nightgown to where her hips flared and filled the fabric.
    “You are
uncommonly quiet, my Lord,” she said as she moved towards him. “Are
you sleepwalking perhaps?”
    “No,” he
whispered, still clinging to the safety of the door, “but I feel
like I am.”
    She had reached
him now and stood so close he could feel her soft breath on his
face. She was tall enough for their eyes to meet almost at a level.
Hers were green and clear and eyelashes fluttered in the
candlelight. He gulped and his fingers curled into tight fists.
    She smiled
slowly and her lips brushed against his, cool and soft.
    “Touch me,
Rafe,” she breathed.
    And with a
shuddering sigh his hands went to her waist and he pulled her to
him, claiming her mouth with a sudden force, making her gasp and
open her mouth as his tongue slipped between her lips and delved
into the yielding wetness, all thoughts of restraint and control
instantly evaporating.
    Her arms went
round his neck and his groin pushed against hers as the kiss
deepened, then he felt her hand slip between them and settle over
the straining bulge in his pants. The surprise and pleasure of her
touch shot through him and he catapulted from the door, pushing her
across the room and onto the bed, falling on top of her in a
panting heap, his hands pushing up her nightgown until her legs
were bared and he could see the silky nest of tawny curls.
    “Rafe,” she
murmured. “Oh Rafe!” and her breathless urging had him lightheaded
as he pushed her thighs apart and plunged his face between her
legs. She tasted of heaven, he managed to register in his hazy mind
as his tongue sank into her wetness and traced swirling patterns
until she was writhing under his grip.
    He felt her
hands grab hold of his hair as she cried, “Oh Rafe, I need you!
I’ve waited too long,” and she pulled his head upwards leaving him
in no doubt of what she wanted. Her hair was wild against the
blanket and her eyes dark and clouded, and fumbling at his
breeches, he released his throbbing cock and taking it in his hand
guided it to her wet entrance.
    “Are you sure?”
he managed to choke out. “Is this what you want?”
    She was looking
down at where the bulbous head of his cock nudged her and she
nodded and spreading her legs wider, wiggled her hips slightly so
he sank further in. God, it felt good and it was all he could do
not to thrust hard and impale her but he gritted his teeth and
eased in slowly, inch by glorious inch feeling her hot velvet sheaf
surround him.
    “Oh God
Charlotte,” he groaned as he sank all the way in.
    Their eyes met
as he withdrew slowly and the look of wonder on her face had his
cum churning in his balls. He fought to keep control. He had to do
this gently. He had to give her pleasure, no matter how much he
wanted to let go and just fuck.
    But then she
whispered, “Rafe,” a begging entreaty and his control broke, just
like that. He thrust back into her with one hard, brutal lunge. She
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