Page 43 of The Earl's Secret
“Completely… undaunted,” she lied, even as her head tilted back, and her eyes closed while a smile danced over her lips.
“I thought we discussed never lying.”
“Youdiscussed it. I never agreed.”
“What do you think I should do to punish you?”
“Punish me?” Her eyes widened at that as though she was initially angry at the thought, but then as she swept her eyes down over his bare chest to the bulge in his breeches, she seemed to forget what they were discussing. Her fingers followed the same path, over the muscles of his torso, until they were playing with his waistband. “Are you threatening me, my lord?”
“It depends upon how you feel about what I must do.”
“Which is?”
He grinned. She had proven now that she wanted his touch as much as he needed hers, that she was not unaffected by him, and, in fact, likely didn’t hate him at all.
She was his – even if she didn’t quite know it yet.
“I am going to kiss you again.”
CHAPTER17
They shouldn’t be doing this.
Not again.
They had made the mistake once before, and Cassandra had vowed to herself that she had learned her lesson. It wasn’t because she thought this was wrong – how could it be when it felt so right – it was because of what had happened last time, of how she had been left alone to face the consequences as well as the loss of all she had known and all she had wished for.
Devon had seemed to be of the same mind – although likely for completely different reasons – but as bared to one another as they were, they couldn’t seem to keep themselves away from one another.
“We shouldn’t do this.” She said it aloud now as though it might help put a stop to things, even as her actions betrayed her, for her hands were pulling his hips into her, longing to feel his straining erection against her center.
“We shouldn’t,” he agreed before pausing. “Although we have once before.”
“We have.”
He leaned down and teased his teeth over her plump bottom lip. Cassandra reached up with her legs, wrapping them around his hips and using them to pull him in toward her.
He left her lips for but a moment, but fortunately it was to lower them into the hollow between her breasts.
“You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”
“Are they not theonlybreasts you’ve ever seen?”
“I never said that.”
She gaped at him. “You’ve seen other breasts?”
He lifted his head, his eyes dark as he stared at her. “Would you like to discuss this now or would you like me to continue with what I am doing?”
She swallowed hard, annoyed at the jealousy it stirred within her to think of him anywhere near another naked woman, but she supposed there would be plenty of time to worry about that later. “Continue.”
“I do not just want your breasts,” he said, his voice guttural, his mouth in her neck. “I want all of you. From your head down to your toes. I want to be between your thighs. Your mouth on mine. I want to taste you and feel your heat around me.”
“Oh my—” she couldn’t finish her sentence when his tongue laved the space beneath her ear, and she couldn’t keep her legs from tightening around him, pulling his hardness against the growing heat between her legs. She rocked against him, needing to feel his skin against her instead of his breeches, but she was unable to keep herself from moving in order to take more of what she wanted.
“Do you enjoy when I touch you here?” he asked as he took the weight of both of her breasts in his palms, circling her pink nipples with his thumbs, teasing her when he wouldn’t touch the tips of them this time.
“Yes,” she hissed. “More.”
