Page 68 of A Baron's Scandalous Quill
“Will?” She didn’t hesitate. Reaching for the door, she unlocked it fast, allowing him to slip inside. He checked over his shoulder to ensure no one had seen him, then shut the door and leaned against it. “Oh…” She gasped, staring at him.
He wore very little. He still had his trousers and his boots on, and then a loose shirt, but nothing more. His brown hair was tangled, as if he had tried to lay down to sleep, tossed and turned, but found the endeavor impossible.
“Will—hmm!” She backed up in surprise as his lips found hers. The sudden kiss caused a rush of heat deep in her gut. As they collided with one of the bed posts, her hands latched around his neck, pulling him further down toward her and deepening the kiss. Their bodies brushed tightly together, his hips teasing her with friction, her breasts pressed to him. As she wore only her chemise, it had to leave little to the imagination.
They were seconds away from tumbling to the bed together, and Becca found she welcomed the idea. To be taken by William now on that bed would mean everything to her, the culmination of all her desires.
“Will,” she whispered between kisses.
“Hmm?” He moved his kisses down her neck. He pulled at the chemise at her collarbone, accessing more of her skin and depositing kisses along the tops of her breasts. She hesitatedfrom saying any more, his touches sending her wild with desire and making her toes curl against the rug beneath them.
“I do not want you to stop,” she murmured.
“I do not want to stop either.”
“But…”
“But?” He halted then. Their hands were still upon one another, but he no longer kissed her. He slowly raised his head so their gazes could meet. His eyes searched hers, something almost frantic in them.
“You will be an earl, William.” It was the voicing of something they both knew.
He released her and placed his hands on the bedpost behind her. They both breathed deeply, and she was all too aware of the way his eyes watched her, as if he couldn’t take his gaze from her.
“What does that matter?” he asked, though there was a strain in his voice that made her smile.
“You know very well why it matters, or those words would not be so difficult to say. You and I…we…” She breathed deeply once more and raised a hand between them. Desperate to touch him,she settled herself by toying with one of the loose laces of the open neckline of his shirt. “We will have to part someday. You cannot have a poor writer around you when you are an earl.”
He cursed under his breath sharply.
“Will!”
“I hate the expectations from society,” he explained in a sudden rush, a fierceness and passion in his tone. She smiled so much that his eyebrows rose. “You’d think I’d said something amusing.”
“I was just comparing the quiet man I first met to you now,” she said with a giggle. “I rather like seeing you with such passion.”
“Oh, do not say such things.” He groaned aloud. “It only makes me want to show you all the passions I am thinking of.”
“I wish you would.”
“Becca!” He shook his head. “You push me away with one hand, then pull me close in the next second.”
“I do not mean to confuse you.” Her hand went from the lace to his chest, her palm flat. With that touch, he inhaled sharply and tipped back his head. It was a wonder to her to have such controlover him. “You do not know how I long for you, Will. How I wish that you would stay here with me tonight, in this bed. I long for it, whilst knowing that come morning, you will have to leave, and we must pretend it never happened.”
“Ah, Becca.” He moved toward her and kissed her. His lips were so soft, teasing, and gentle that her hand pulled at the shirt, tugging on it, desperate for more access to him. “If you do not want me, then send me away now,” he whispered, kissing her again. “Send me away.”
She stayed silent, kissing him again.
“God, Becca.” A wall seemed to break between them, and this time, when he kissed her, it was full of passion.
They didn’t stay leaning against the bedpost but tumbled down onto the bed together. Becca pulled Will over her body, needing to feel every part of him against her.
Her legs lifted of their own accord around his hips, and he pulled at the skirt of her gown, lifting it high to her waist so that her core was exposed. He brushed their hips together, rocking them as he bent over her, and their lips melded together. She moaned into his kiss, startled at the sheer pleasure just from his hips moving against hers.
Her body began to tremble, her hands shaking as she gripped at his shirt and tried to pull it over his head. A tangled mess, it wassoon tossed to the side of the bed, then her chemise followed. As he lifted it over her head, teasing her with the material, she moaned aloud, tipping her head back on the bed. When it joined the shirt, his body moved over hers.
There was not a part of her hidden to him now, and strangely, she didn’t mind. She thought embarrassment would follow this moment, but all she felt was greater heat and that now familiar ache in her core between her legs, desperate for his touch.
He moved his lips down her center, going from her neck to her collarbone to the valley between her breasts, then down to her stomach. Goosebumps raised across her skin as she thought of where he was going next.
