Page 84 of An Unwilling Earl
He chuckled. “I agree that it’s all overwhelming.”
“Do we have to sleep in different rooms?” She looked down at her hands, then away, embarrassed to look at Jacob.
When he didn’t answer she peeked up at him to find him looking at her with the most heated, nakedly desirous expression she’d ever seen. It made her blush deepen.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said. “In fact I would despise it if you slept in this room, without me. I’ve come to like you sleeping next to me.”
She grinned, relieved, and her legs suddenly weak with a longing that she was beginning to identify as a need for Jacob that defied anything she’d ever known before. “I like sleeping with you as well.”
He reached for her, his desire a conflagration in his eyes.
She kissed him, believing for the first time since she became his countess that maybe they could do this. Maybe they could make some sort of life out of this.
Chapter Twenty-Five
When Jacob kissed Charlotte he lost himself. All good sense fled, and there was nothing but Charlotte in his arms. Charlotte pressed against him. Charlotte returning his kisses with all the passion inside of her.
It unmanned him.
And now, standing in the middle of what would become her bedchamber, he let himself fall into the vortex of Charlotte. He kissed her deeply, pulling her as close to his body as he could, and she responded the way she always did—with passion and excitement and eagerness. It was the eagerness that was always his downfall.
He stepped forward, propelling her toward the bed.
“Jacob,” she whispered. “We can’t do this here.”
“We’re in a bedchamber—yourbedchamber.” He rained kisses down her neck until a low rumble of a moan escaped her.
“This is inappropriate,” she whispered as if they weren’t the only ones in the house.
“It’s our house. We are the lord and lady of the manor.”
She giggled, and he placed a kiss on the top of her breast, frustrated that it was covered so thoroughly. God, she had perfect breasts. Not too large, not too small.
She leaned back, looking at him with those wide eyes full of trepidation and excitement.
“There is no one here,” he said as he settled on top of her. His cock was hard and hurting, and he wanted to bury himself inside her, lose himself in her warmth and wetness.
He kissed her again, with a passion he only felt for Charlotte. She was so different from his delicate Cora that it still amazed him. He’d thought that all women had to be handled with infinite care and tenderness but not Charlotte. She demanded more, coaxed him to heights he’d never risen to before.
With frustration he pulled up her skirts. “So many damned skirts,” he muttered against her lips. And then he found her molten center, hot and wet already. It never took her long to be ready for him.
He slid down her body until he was kneeling on the floor by the bed, her legs splayed before him. He closed his eyes, his cock demanding release as if he hadn’t just had her the night before.
“Jacob?” Her voice trembled, but he ignored the question in it and put his mouth against her glistening mound, tasting the essence of Charlotte.
“Jacob!” She put her hands on his head to push him away, but he started licking, using his tongue in ways that he’d never done before, going by instinct and a great desire to bring her to heights she’d never experienced. Instead of pushing him away, her hands clutched his hair and pressed him closer.
She came quickly. It only took a few thrusts of his tongue, and her hips were going rigid and she shouted a strangled cry. Unbuttoning his pants, he surged up and pulled himself out, not even bothering to drop his trousers as he thrust inside of her while standing against the bed. He closed his eyes and let his body take over, pumping into her, sliding in and out of her warmth and tightness until his completion took over so quickly that he almost wasn’t prepared.
He shouted her name and thrust into her one last time, burying his cock as far as he possibly could. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rode him, panting and exclaiming as her passageway milked him with her second completion.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, while she stroked his hair and tried to catch her own breath.
“That was quite surprising,” he said. “I certainly didn’t bring you here to do that.”
“I liked it. It was very clandestine.”
He grinned, loving this woman more every moment.
