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He snapped his gaze upward, his heart kicking against his chest when he saw an answering need and dancing amusement in her eyes. James’s heart lurched. He was suddenly keenly aware of the longing in her stare.
Reach for methat steady gaze seemed to silently implore him.
As they danced, an unexpected impulse seized him, and the words tumbled out before he could restrain them. “Come to me tonight.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “To your home?”
James had never had a lover in his home. “Yes. I live alone in Grosvenor Square.”
Her gaze was soft and luminous. “I will plead a headache and inform my mother and aunt I will return home early.”
“I will follow in my carriage and collect you once you send the coachman away.”
As the dance ended and he watched her walk away, an odd sensation of longing pierced through him. He stood frozen for a moment, trying to understand the surge of emotions within him.
What the hell exactly am I longing for?
His reverie was broken when he noticed Lord Prescot approaching Elizabeth, bowing over her hand with a charming smile before leading her back to the dance floor. A twisting feeling surged through James as he observed them together. Elizabeth’s smile, radiant and free, as she was twirled gracefully by another man, sparked a raw emotion he hadn’t anticipated.
“Ah, my friend, it is jealousy,” Ambrose’s voice came from beside him, his tone light and amused.
James turned sharply. “What do you speak about?”
“You have the look of a man who wants to run through another for touching what is his,” his friend said, the provoking quirk of his mouth signaling he found some amusement in James’s predicament.
Hell. Was he this transparent with his hunger?
“You like her,” Oliver said.
“Of course I do.”
“You like her more than you are willing to admit.”
James had nothing to say to that and deftly changed the conversation despite his friend’s smile. He was tempted to cancel the arrangement they had just made because it felt as if he was falling into something he hardly understood. His heart trembled.
Nonsense, he coolly argued with himself.So what if I like her? There is no deeper meaning to it.
CHAPTER14
An hour after leaving the ball, her lover gripped the sheets beneath his naked body, groaning when she licked along the muscles of his stomach. The hooded gaze that peered at her was narrowed, his expression savagely carnal.
“You are so beautiful, James,” Elizabeth said, tracing the contours of his form with open admiration.
His chest and shoulders were corded with sleek muscles; each defined line and curve showcasing a balance of power and elegance. James’s broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist, each muscle sculpted and evident under his skin. His powerful thighs flowed into lean, strong legs. Elizabeth kissed over his hips, smiling when his muscles bunched in anticipation. His erection stood heavy, thick, and hard. His breathing, too, was shallow and irregular.
I did this …
It swept through Elizabeth then, feminine power, a sense of awe that James reacted to her caresses so powerfully.
“I want you so much, too, James. You have not touched me yet, and I am wet. So incredibly wet.”
She gripped his cock and licked his length in a slow, sensuous glide. He groaned, and Elizabeth smiled. She sucked the flared mushroom head into her mouth. Her lover made another rough sound of hunger, clutching the sheets even tighter. Her hair cascaded over her face, obscuring his view, and he gripped it, wrapping it around his hand. He tightened his fingers in her hair, thrusting his hips upward, shoving his cock deep down her throat.
Elizabeth’s eyes watered, and she made a light choking sound, wicked heat blooming between her legs when he groaned, “Fuck my cock with your sweet pretty mouth.”
Elizabeth sucked him deep, loving the pleasure she gave him. She laved and explored his cock with her tongue and hand, learning what he liked, sucking the tip of his cock until he snarled, released the sheet, and shifted to pull her off.
She released his cock from her mouth with a wet, sucking sound, and he groaned. Peeking at him from beneath her lashes, she said in a deliberately sultry tone, “Tsk, tsk. I thought you were supposed to fuck my throat, Your Grace.”
