Page 39 of Sutherland's Secret
Quickly she drew back. His blue eyes followed her movements with interest. There was no way around it unless he called someone in to help her.
“Roll toward me,” she said, trying to be as professional as she could.
He obliged but with a twinkle in his eyes. She ignored it and hurriedly leaned over him, very aware that her breasts were pressed against his arm and that the touch ignited her skin. To her mortification, her nipples hardened. The edge of the linen slipped from her fumbling fingers, and she had to lean farther over him to fish it out of the bedclothes, causing her engorged nipples to rub against his arm.
A tingling sensation began deep in her belly and washed over her, making her weak and wanting between her legs. She swallowed as she wrapped the linen around his back, taking care not to look at the hard muscles that rippled below his skin.
She sat back. “Roll the other way.”
He didn’t move, and finally Eleanor had no choice but to look at him. He was still holding the padding, but his eyes had deepened to a dark sapphire, filled with the unmistakable lust that no doubt was mirrored in her own gaze.
“Ach, Ella. What am I to do with ye?”
She licked her lips, but before she could even respond, he had grabbed her shoulders with both of his hands, lifted her up, and sat her on his hips.
She froze, because she was sitting directly on the most massive erection.
Brice leaned against the pillow, closed his eyes, and hissed in a breath. Whether it was from the pain in his shoulder or the fact that she was sitting very intimately on top of his engorged penis, she didn’t know. What she did know was that his erection was rubbing her in places that sparked small fires inside her belly. She tried very, very hard not to move.
Brice had other thoughts, for he lifted his hips, and they both groaned at the same time. Dear Lord, this was sinful—but so wonderful.
Brice grabbed her hips. Her skirts were rucked up and her knees poked out. He lifted his hips again and gasped. There were at least two layers of bedclothes between them, and whatever Brice was wearing. She tried not to think that he wasn’t wearing anything. She felt the long, hard length of him pressed against her, rubbing her in a place that had never been touched by anyone but her. Charles had never even ventured down there.
Brice began moving in a slow rhythm that had her throwing her head back and clutching his wrists at her waist. The bedclothes bunched up beneath her. That, coupled with his inflamed member, made her lose all reason. There was nothing but the incredible feeling between her legs.
She pressed down as he surged up. He moaned, his eyes clenched tight, and the tendons in his neck stood out. Her eyes drifted closed and she gave herself up to the exquisite sensation.
“Eleanor.” He groaned. “I can’t…stop.”
She tightened her hold on his wrists. “Don’t.” She would die if he stopped now. She was so close to something wonderful, something magnificent.
And then she was there. She threw her head back and arched her back as the wave she’d been riding broke all over her. The sensation coalesced into a ball of such magnificent splendor that she lost it and cried out, humping his fully enlarged cock.
His hold on her hips tightened, and he began bucking underneath her until he, too, cried out, lifting his hips high to grind into her.
In the ensuing silence she could hear nothing but their ragged breathing. She had collapsed on his chest, unable to move. The place between her legs was tender and inflamed.
His hands slid from her hips to her waist and back down, caressing her languidly.
After a while she slowly pushed away from him and swiped the hair out of her eyes. “Oh, my.”
He looked up at her with half-closed lids, a smile playing around his lips. “I do no’ believe I’ve ever done it that way before.”
“No. I can safely say the same. Oh no!” His wound was bleeding. They’d ripped some of the stitches out with their…activities.
She reached toward the wound, but Brice captured her hand and brought it to his lips for a soft kiss. “Never mind that. It’s the best wound I’ve ever earned.”
She looked at him in astonishment, then laughed while he continued to kiss her knuckles. They fell silent as they looked at each other. What had they just done? Made a complicated situation more complicated, that was what.
“Brice—”
He surged forward and kissed her on the mouth, his lips hot and demanding as his hands roamed her body. Beneath her, she felt him stir again, and her own body responded in kind. She took his face between her hands and lifted off him to deepen their kiss. She was breathless with wanting, shocked that she could feel this way so soon after.
She knew what the problem was. He’d never entered her, and she was desperate to be filled with him, to feel him move inside of her. She wanted it so badly that she could barely see straight.
His hands cupped her breasts through the linen of her gown. He thumbed her swollen nipples, causing her to gasp into his lips.
“I want to be inside ye,” he whispered. “God almighty, Ella, but you undo me.”
