Page 13 of The Earl and the Vixen
She shook her head, unwilling to admit to him that it was all for him.
He laughed before licking and kissing her neck. “Well, if you wish for me to make you come, you must say so,” he said, kissing along her collarbone and stilling the hand that had been teasing her mons.
“Nick,” she moaned.
“Yes, Eliza?” He brushed his thumb a single time against her nub. “Was there something you wanted?”
She tightened her hold on him. “Touch me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me with your fingers.”
“Who do you wish to make come undone, Eliza?” he ground out.
“You,” she whispered. “Only you.” She should have regretted that she allowed herself to make such an admission, but she lost her good sense with his hand between her thighs.
Nick released a low growl and took her lips again. He edged her back until she was pressed against a nearby wall. He clasped her hands and pinned them to the wall over her head, holding them in place with a single hand. Then he used his free hand to raise her skirts again and resume the attention where she throbbed for him.
She cried out when he slid two fingers inside of her.
“As much as I love to hear you moan, you must be quiet,” he said, pressing his lips against hers again.
He increased his pace with his fingers, and she hooked her leg around his hip, causing him to groan into their kiss. When his thumb brushed her pearl, she moaned, and he massaged her tongue harder with his.
With only a few more thrusts of his fingers, she shook and rocked her body against him to draw out her climaxfor as long as she could, suckling his tongue to keep from crying out.
When she stilled and set her foot back down on the floor, he withdrew his hand and brought his fingers covered in her climax to her lips, then ran the tips of his fingers along her bottom lip before he brought them to his own mouth, sucking and licking them clean. Never once did his eyes leave hers.
She poked her tongue out and licked the wetness from her bottom lip, and then he took her lips again, their tongues mating when she parted her lips to allow him entrance, tasting herself on his tongue.
He released her hands from above her head and shifted back to capture her gaze again. He appeared to contemplate her, and she would have given anything to know what he was thinking. But she was far too proud to ask.
“I think we should discuss what occurred between us,” he said.
“Just now?” she asked, scoffing. “I’m uncertain what there is to discuss. Surely you don’t require words of gratitude.” If he intended to make her feel bad for taking the pleasure he freely offered her, he would find himself disappointed. If he were going to afford her the opportunity, she would take it, and that was that.
He took a small step back. “No, Eliza,” he said. “We should discuss what happened three years ago.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t wish to discuss that,” she said, brushing down her skirts. “The past is in the past. This changes nothing.”
She stepped around him and picked up the bouquet from the floor.
“Eliza, please.”
“I achieved an orgasm, so you have served your purpose,” she spat, although she knew she wanted so much more from him. “I don’t wish to hear a hollow apology from you.”
His jaw dropped as if she had struck him. “Why on earth should I apologize to you?” he asked.
She scoffed and hated herself for the tears that instantly formed in her eyes. The man was even more cruel that she believed him capable, and she already knew he was one of the worst men who had ever walked the earth. “You cannot be serious,” she said. “You are nothing but a wretched bounder.”
Eliza dashed away before he could stop her, unlocking the door and quickly getting herself on the other side of it. She hurried up the stairs, doing her best to keep from drawing notice and feeling grateful as she settled herself on the other side of her chamber door. She must find a way to evict Nicholas Craven from all of her desires, and her heart.
Chapter 6
Nick had finally quelled his anger from earlier that afternoon. Well, perhaps not completely, but his breathing had at least returned to normal. How dare she demand an apology from him? He still didn’t understand why his father told him she had married when she hadn’t, but he reasoned his father had only the best of intentions. Nick had been miserable for several months while he licked his wounds from Eliza’s rejection. He surmised that his father merely took pity on him and wished to help his son mend his broken heart.
It hadn’t mended very well, since the mere presence of the vexing woman tore the wounds wide open, leaving his heart laid bare. If she thought he would stand by and allow her to throw herself at Lord Irvine right in frontof him, she was indeed mistaken. He would make her explain herself, so he might be able to finally put her, and what they shared, in the past.
She at least owed him that, to put him out of his misery by divulging the reasons she had for abandoning him. Even if a part of him, a larger one that he cared to admit, still loved her, he couldn’t build a life with someone who would treat him so callously and walk away from the depths of the love he’d believed they had shared, and then throw herself at other men.
He glanced around the salon. And he wouldn’t bother to lie to himself and pretend he wasn’t looking for her. Before the house party had concluded, he would learn why she wouldn’t see him to explain why she lied about loving him. About her being his. When he pulled her aside earlier, he hadn’t expected to lose all of his self-control. Something primal in him took over when her lips touched Irvine’s cheek, and he needed to possess her.
