Page 61 of Her Daring Earl
“I do have a nice side now and then,” she smiled at him. “What were you going to say to her before I interrupted you?”
He frowned. “What was I saying?”
“You told her that she couldn’t stay in the house because you had a wife, and then you were about to expand but I walked in.”
“Oh,” he said, his nose crinkling in the way it did when something troubled him. “I was going to tell her I didn’t trust her in the house.”
“Because of the staff? There are no other men here. Or were you concerned that she would steal from you?”
“No,” he shook his head. “I was concerned that she would try to poison me again.”
“What?” Eliza burst out, springing forward toward him. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“She was the one who was paid to poison me, but she stopped me from drinking the poison before it could do anything,” he admitted, not seeing any reason to hide the truth from her – until he looked at her face.
She wasn’t shocked. She was mad. Raging.
“How could you let her into the house at all?”
“She never meant to hurt me. She?—”
“Fitz! She nearly killed you. What if she is here to try again, under the guise of warning you?”
“If she had wanted to kill me, she would have done so by now.”
“Unless she had planned to get close to you, and that was why she was trying to seduce you.”
The thought had never occurred to him. He would like to think that Eliza was only being overly distrustful, and yet, she had a point.
“Madeline said she is leaving tomorrow and is in the dower house tonight,” Fitz said. “All will be well, I’m sure.”
“Well, even so, I am not leaving your side tonight.”
“You are going to protect me, then?” he said, quirking a brow at her as the dimples broke out on her face.
“That is exactly what I am going to do,” she said smartly.
“Well, I place myself into your hands.”
“Good,” she said. “Now come here. I’ll show you just how smart you are to submit to them.”
He had no problems in doing exactly as she asked.
Eliza pulled Fitz towards her, heat radiating off her body. He wrapped his arms around her waist, as her heart beat, matching his own rapid pulse. Her hands reached up to tangle in his hair as she pulled him down for a deep, passionate kiss.
Their lips met in a flurry of desire, tongues dancing and exploring. Fitz's hands roamed over the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. Eliza moaned softly as Fitz trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there before lifting his head to stare down at her, wanting to memorize every detail of her face – the way her eyes sparkled with desire, the curve of her lips as she smiled up at him, the flutter of her lashes against her cheeks.
Eliza reached up, unbuttoning Fitz's shirt slowly. Fitz watched her with a hunger he had never known before. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, her hands tracing every indent in his abdomen.
"You are so beautiful," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
Fitz’s emotions surged at her words. No one had ever looked at him with such admiration and tenderness. He leaned down to capture her lips again, their bodies fitting together perfectly as if they were made for each other.
As their passion ignited, their clothing was shed, forgotten in a pile on the floor. Their bodies moved together in rhythm, each touch sending shivers down their spines. Eliza arched beneath him, a symphony of sighs and unintelligible whispers escaping her lips.
Their lovemaking was not just physical; it was a merging of souls, a connection that went beyond anything he could even put into words.
He slid inside of her, finding her more than ready for him. She was wet and eager, her body welcoming his with a fierce intensity. He thrust into her, a primal urgency driving him. Her gasps only spurred him on, until her muscles contracted around him, her walls tightening, and he knew she was close. He thrust harder, deeper, his own release fast approaching.
