Page 54 of Seducing an Earl under the Mistletoe
“I have a little confession to make,” she admitted, standing up from where she was seated and walking up to him.
“Oh, do you now?” he asked playfully.
“I snuck in here by charming your doorman,” she explained.
“So, he was the one to let you in, huh?” he chuckled. “I will have to have a word with him. This is totally unacceptable, letting a woman into my apartment. What if he lets some other woman in here next time? What am I to do?”
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
“He won’t,” Catherine said with a little playful pout. “He knows me now. He won’t let any other woman in here to see you. I made sure of that.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “You wicked little thing.”
“I came up to London on my own, having needed to send off the next part of my serial and to pick up some cheques.”
“Oh my, the next part?” he asked, eyeing the manuscript that rested on a small table by the window. “Can I take a peek? Just a little one?”
Catherine shook her head, letting go of him and grabbing the manuscript, holding it close to her chest. “Not now, Arthur. You’ll have to wait until it’s properly edited and published. I can’t just give you all my secrets.”
He chuckled, leaning in closer. “Well, perhaps a tiny hint or a teaser then?”
Catherine raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider his request. “How about this: the heroine finds herself in a rather compromising situation, and she must rely on her wits to escape it.”
Arthur grinned. “A true cliffhanger, I see. I can’t wait to read it when it’s published.”
She winked at him. “You’ll be the first to know, I promise.”
She placed the manuscript on the table, walking over to him. “You know, you could take a peek at something else…” she told him seductively, touching his chest with the tips of her fingers.
He was grinning at her as he lowered his mouth to her lips, but he didn’t kiss her. He just lingered there, watching her as if he wanted to devour her. She loved it when he did that. He pulled her close, so close that she could feel his manhood awakening against her. Warmth washed over her. Her body was awakening as well, with his beckoning to her.
“Do you have something to show me?” he wondered, trailing his fingers up and down her back, which sent a shiver of a million goosebumps up and down her body.
“Mhmm,” she murmured.
“Where is it?” he asked, nearing her ear, whispering into it.
“You have to find it,” she whispered back.
His hands were now resting on her shoulders, slowly going down to her breasts. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.
“Is it here?” he asked, cupping her breasts gently. The sensation was wonderful, awakening all of her senses slowly.
“Maybe.” She smiled with her eyes still closed.
“No.” He shook his head, going even lower.
With both hands, he pooled her gown up around her waist. “Maybe here?” he wondered.
“Maybe,” she echoed softly.
He took her to the bed gently, kissing her as he helped her out of her gown. “You look so beautiful…” He admired her body as soon as she was left uncovered. She loved that look, that smile. She loved everything about him.
Her hands settled upon him when they both laid on the bed, naked as the day they were born. He was here, in her arms again, where he should be. He kissed her entire body, her neck, her earlobes, her shoulders, her breasts. She relished the sensation of the heat and wetness of his mouth on her skin. It was driving her mad with desire. All she had to do was lie there and enjoy the blissful pleasure he was giving her so selflessly.
Once, she had been afraid that she would not be good enough, that she would always be lacking in something, but with Arthur, none of those fears existed. She was the most beautiful woman to him. She would become the one he would kiss first thing in the morning and last thing when he went to sleep. Now, she was being worshipped by his mouth, his gaze, his touch. That was all she could ever want.
Then, he came up to her, his eyes locking with hers. He understood exactly what she needed, what she wanted just by looking at her. She didn’t even need to speak for him to be able to read her mind. She pressed her body to his as he entered her slowly, tenderly, filling her completely.
