Page 22 of Her Daring Earl
“Say no then,” she challenged him, and he groaned as he moved his hands to her hips and hauled her in toward him so that there was no space left between them. His hard, muscular thighs molded against her soft ones, his chest broad and wet, covered in springy hairs beneath her fingertips.
He was so…masculine,and despite how difficult it had been to approach him, she was now rather proud of herself for doing so, for this was well worth it.
She was desperate to feel his lips on hers. He would know how to kiss her properly, not like the chaste experiments stolen in corners that she had attempted before.
“Very well,” she breathed against his lips, which were but an inch away. “I shall find another to help me in my quest.”
That did it – the moment the words were released, he growled, reaching out and wrapping his arms around her back, holding her still as his lips crashed down upon hers.
It was only then that she realized just exactly what she had gotten herself into.
She wasn’t sure whether she should be scared or ecstatic.
Either way, this was one adventure that she was glad she hadn’t missed, and one thing was for certain – she had chosen the right man.
Of that, she was sure.
CHAPTER 8
Fitz had never been the most rational of men.
That was something he was trying to change.
Eliza, however, had snapped all of the resistance he had been building within himself with her one request.
One request that he didn’t have within him to refute.
He had been shocked beyond words when she had approached him with her proposition, but he thought he had managed his response well.
Until she had joined him in the water.
In nothing but her chemise.
He could feel the tips of her pebbled nipples upon his bare chest now, her chemise leaving nothing to the imagination as he kissed her with a fervor he had never known before.
It had to be because she was forbidden, even if he had been the one to have restricted her from himself.
He couldn’t consider it any further, however. Not now. For now, his mind had turned off, his desire overtaking it in making all the decisions for his body. Eliza’s lips were soft and yielding beneath his, a stark contrast to the heat that blazed between them, cooled only by the water that lapped around their waists. Every touch, every sigh that escaped her sent shivers down hisspine, telling him that perhaps she was right. Perhaps a bad idea could become one of the very best.
For in that moment, nothing else mattered except Eliza in his arms. Fitz deepened the kiss, pouring all his longing and passion into it, tasting the sweetness of her surrender.
Her hands roamed over his chest as though she was memorizing every contour of his body with an eagerness that matched his own.
A primal urge awakened within Fitz, a need to possess and protect this woman who had dared to challenge him in ways he never thought possible. Where it had come from, he wasn’t sure, but it must have been lying there, dormant, pushed down by his very best of intentions.
They broke apart for air, panting as they stared at one another, and Fitz reached out and wiped away the droplets of water on Eliza’s nose that had dripped from his hair onto her face.
"This is madness," he said huskily, unable to help the need that laced his words.
Eliza's laughter rang out like music in the night air. "Madness is just another word for adventure, Fitz," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin, her eyes containing a wildness that mirrored his own.
She was everything he could ever want in a woman and yet the very last woman he needed.
Maybe she was right, however. Maybe they could have some fun without the need for anything more.
He had never been able to help how drawn he was to her and had wondered if kissing her would give him clarity and ease the need for her that had been growing so desperately in his chest.
But instead, it had the exact opposite effect, for now, that desperation had grown nearly to the point that he could no longer contain it.
