Page 41 of An Earl to Remember
She groaned, unfettered and wanton, when a long finger pierced her sex.
“I want to sink my cock so badly into you, wife,” he murmured against her mouth before pressing a soft kiss there, a diabolical contrast to the fingers that evoked such wanton longings within her soul. “Though you are so wet…I’ll need to prepare you more…another two fingers…”
She gasped at the stretch and sensuous sting as he followed through on his carnal purr. He swallowed her sounds in a kiss of such hunger, Georgianna almost felt scared, mostly by the sheer intensity of the chaotic sensations cresting through her body. He dragged her release from her, and this time when she shattered, Georgianna felt as if she floated on clouds of bliss.
He swept her into his arms, bearing her down on the bed. She’d passed the point of discretion and good sense. This moment was ill-judged, yet Georgianna felt it too late to turn back. Still, a sense of unalterable consequences beat at her, and her fright grew more pronounced. “Daniel,” she gasped. “Wait, I—”
The words caught in her throat when he recoiled, slapping a palm over his forehead. This time his groan was rough with pain, and he stumbled backward. Georgianna scrambled onto her knees, staring at him.
“Daniel?” When he made no answer, she rushed from the bed, almost stumbling in her haste. “You are in pain,” she whispered, coming over to stand beside him. “What is it?”
The earl held his body tight, grooves of pain bracketing his mouth. “I will not spend this night in your arms, wife. I bid you to sleep well,” he said tightly, turning and walking away and through the connecting door.
The door closed with a softsnick. That sound seemed to release her, and she breathed raggedly, pressing her hand against her stomach.
Upon my word, what did I just allow?
Chapter Thirteen
Daniel sat on the edge of his bed, gripping his forehead, hoping that a tight pinch would ease the sudden pounding in his skull. What the hell had brought it on? He’d been about to make love to his wife, soothing the tormenting hunger that had been plaguing him these last few days. He closed his eyes, even now, and despite the pain in his head, he could marvel at her softness, the sweetness of her taste, and those hot, wanton sounds she made as she came undone.
His heart lurched again, rattling inside his chest like a thing not a part of his body. And as if to punish him, the pain in his head sharpened. Groaning, he lowered himself to the bed, closing his eyes, trying to allow the pain to pass through him. The connecting door opened, and he heard the whisper of his wife’s feet over the carpet as she came toward him.
A sheet was tucked up to her chin, and he almost smiled. She then climbed into the bed with him, and he felt the cool touch of her fingers on his nape. His wife did not ask any questions, simply started to knead and massage away the tight knot of muscles he’d not realized existed along his shoulder blades.
“Keep your eyes closed,” she murmured.
With each sink of her fingers, the pain eased, and she diligently attended to him even when he suspected her fingers cramped.
“You are very stiff,” she murmured. “I am sorry.”
“The fault is not yours.”
“I will try and help more with—”
“I’ll not have my wife doing these labors anymore,” he growled. “I alone will attend to these until I have found a solution.”
“Turn onto your stomach,” she said softly.
There was a smile and a wealth of emotions in her voice he could not decipher. Daniel complied, curious as to her intention.
“Do not move. I shall return shortly.” The bed dipped, and he listened to her footsteps as she hastened from his chamber. A few moments later, she returned.
Something warm touched his shoulder blade, and the scent of lavender floated in the air.
“I warmed it by the fire.” His wife cleared her throat. “I…I…need to straddle your hips or back for what I have in mind.”
Bloody hell. The image those words evoked hardened his cock, pressing it into the mattress below him. Unable to speak past the swell of arousal, he merely grunted. Georgianna slung a leg across his lower back, the feel of her bare skin against him a sweet torture. He held himself still as the aching throb returned at the base of his skull.
Seated atop him, her knees cradling his hips, she started a slow and deep knead of his shoulders and neck. He groaned.Sweet mercy. This was good. Too good. Tension Daniel hadn’t known he was holding drained away from his shoulders.
She massaged him in silence, working magic with her fingers on his overworked muscles. Her touch as it glided from his shoulders down to his back felt explorative, and more than once her breath audibly hitched and then a soft sigh left his wife.
The darkness that enveloped them in the bedchamber seemed to heighten every sense. The heat of her core as she sat on his lower back was unmistakable. His groin tightened to excruciating hardness, but Daniel gave no indication of it.
His wife rubbed and kneaded his muscles until the dark pull of sleep beckoned. “The pain has eased,” he said gruffly. “Thank you. I never knew I needed this.”
“Good,” she whispered. “Would you like some tea?”
