Page 82 of Enemies with an Earl
“So, here I am,” he said, his voice shaking slightly. Here he was, laying everything on the line. “Letting you know that for four months you have needled your way so deeply into my brain, I’m afraid I won’t ever be rid of you. I’m afraid I don’t want to ever be rid of you.”
His voice grew stronger, surer. “I researched that insect you mentioned in your note—the botfly? Christ, could anything be more apt? I don’t understand it. It’s absolutely terrifying. But I had to know. If you possibly felt it, too.”
Felix nodded jerkily. “Yes.” He swallowed hard. “I do. Feel it, too.”
“Ash and your sister have set off for their Yorkshire estate, Brackenridge Hollow. For at least a month’s time… I obviously am not with them.”
“So, you have nowhere to be…?” Felix said slowly, his voice lilting up softly in question.
“I have somewhere I’d very much like to be. If a certain lord will have me.”
A long, slow, trembling exhale escaped Felix. Like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “He will definitely have you. For a month, you said?”
Sam hesitated. Being here, putting himself out there like this, was terrifying in itself. But also throwing out the entire gauntlet—not just a temporary affair, but somethingmore… Christ, he was the biggest bloody fool. He hoped he wouldn’t regret this.
“A month… Though, I wouldn't say no to longer…”
Those plush pink lips parted.
In Sam’s next breath, Felix was on him, mouth colliding with his. Felix’s hands delved into Sam’s hair, tugging him closer. Four months of pent-up longing came crashing down in a single kiss. Lips bruising, tongues warring for dominance, determined to be the one who got to sink into the other. A battle to prove who missed who more.
Every time they parted for air, Felix made little gasping noises, and again when their lips met once more. Like every touch was a shock. And it was. Because Sam hadn’t thought he’d feel those lips, this man, again.
Their hands were everywhere, cataloging every inch, remembering and discovering anew. Teeth traded punishing nips, digging harshly into pillowy flesh, like the small trace of pain somehow made up for the misery of four months of pining for each other.
Sam’s fingers slid over Felix’s smooth jaw, thumb brushing over those high cheekbones he was obsessed with. Then they slipped down to the man’s waist, yanking him closer, fingertips digging under his waistcoat. Sam cursed against Felix’s lips, hating the thin linen barrier. Felix cursed too, hands tugging impatiently at Sam’s cravat.
And then Sam was groaning as Felix’s mouth weaved a wicked path down his jaw to his neck. Felix’s hand gripped Sam’s jaw, shoving it up to give him better access, his other hand pulling Sam’s neckcloth out of his way. A small shiver stole through Sam at that show of dominance.
Felix’s teeth grazed over Sam’s Adam’s apple, and Sam’s mind went blank. His fingers dug into Felix’s hips, grinding their hard lengths together, and he was rewarded with that low moan he never thought he’d have the privilege of hearing again. Hell, he needed to strip this man down. Now.
What are you doing, Sam? Have you lost all sense?
Sam abruptly stepped away, back bumping into the door. His ragged breaths ricocheted through the study. Felix stepped forward, but Sam lifted a hand. “I’m very close to losing all semblance of restraint, Felix. I…” He glanced around the study. “Are we— Is it safe for us? I don’t want to put either of us at risk, and I’m not thinking clearly.”
Felix stepped forward, walking directly into Sam’s hand and pushing it back until they stood chest to chest. A sly smile curled those sinfully plush lips, and a bolt of lust streaked through Sam at the memory of just how talented they were.
“We’re safe here,” he whispered. “All of my estates are safe. Every single servant has been carefully selected. Most have been with my family since I was a child.”
Sam nodded, relaxing back against the door. “So, that means we’re safe to continue here? Or should we take this elsewhere…?”
Felix leaned forward, lips grazing the shell of Sam’s ear. “You’re not going anywhere.” He reached around Sam, and a loudclickrang through the room.
Deafening.
A ripple of anticipation raced down Sam’s spine.
Felix slowly walked backward, unbuttoning his breeches as he went. Sam prowled forward, shrugging out of his coat. A softthudfollowed. The backs of Felix’s thighs hit his desk, and his placket dropped open. A stuttered breath exploded from Sam as Felix slowly stroked his swollen shaft. Sam's mouth watered, his gaze locked on that leisurely movement. Bloody hell, he’d forgotten how pretty this man was—everywhere.
A painful hunger hit Sam, and he attacked his own buttons. In two steps, he was on Felix, shoving his breeches out of the way and lining up their hard lengths. A delicious whimper fell from Felix the minute their heated skin met. Sam rocked them together, Felix’s cock already making a mess of them both, and they both groaned.
“Do you have any supplies in here?” Sam asked between ragged breaths.
Felix shook his head and jerked his chin toward Sam’s hand. Sam instantly lifted it, palm up, and they both spat in Sam’s palm.
“I’m not going to last long,” Felix panted and squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m already way too close.”
Sam wrapped his hand around them both, the mixture of pre-cum and saliva creating a blissfully slick glide. He stroked quick and tight, his hips rutting into his fist. Every coast of his crown against Felix’s sent a jolt ricocheting through Sam, flames of heat licking at the base of his spine.
