Her Errant Earl by Scarlett Scott Read Free Book Online Page A

physical beauty of his face. Mesmerized,
she lifted a hand to again feel the rough texture of his stubble against her
palm. He turned slightly to press a kiss to her inner wrist. A giddy jolt of
pleasure shot through her. Surely he wouldn’t be so tender with her unless his
intentions were honest. Their consummation had not been nearly so prolonged or
personal.
    A spurt of hope joined the pleasure. She fervently hoped he
would not make her the fool again. You mustn’t think too much , he had
said. Only feel.
    How freeing it would be to do so with him. To trust if she
dared.
    He laid her gently upon the bed before joining her, his long
body stretched out alongside hers. He was so near that their bodies were
pressed intimately together for their entire lengths. She was so petite that
her feet only reached his calves. His arousal jutted against the nip of her
waist. Victoria kept her gaze locked on his, almost afraid that if she looked
away, she would become lost in the stormy seas of emotion attempting to carry
her off.
    He slid a possessive arm around her, anchoring her to him
even more firmly. “I want you so very much, my darling.” His mouth was close to
hers, his breath warm and intoxicating. The low growl of his deep voice went
directly to her core.
    With a moan, she ended the distance between them by kissing
him. She opened to his questing tongue, tasting him, wanting to devour him the
way his kisses threatened to consume her. She threaded her arms round his neck,
fingers sinking into his dark hair. He invaded her senses. She tasted him,
smelled his scent, so deliciously male and his, felt his strong body molded to
hers.
    He threw a lean leg over her, pinning her to the bed. She
was at his mercy now, and it sent a decadent sluice of desire over her suddenly
heated skin. Every bit of her had come to life. Her nipples ached for his mouth
and touch, her core for his driving possession inside her. If he wanted her,
she wanted him more, with an intensity that drove her near to madness.
    Their kisses ended, allowing William to drag his mouth down
her throat. She tilted her head back against the pillow to allow him better
access. The hot, moist pressure of his lips upon her sensitized skin was enough
to have her squirming for more. He groaned as if he too felt the same
undeniable pull, its wild thrill, sense of overwhelming pleasure. He kissed his
way to her breasts, cupping the tingling mounds in his large hands before
lowering his head to suck a throbbing nipple.
    Victoria arched into him, incapable of stopping the moan
that fled her lips. He tortured her flesh, alternately sucking and rolling his
tongue over and around the engorged bud. While he plied an equal seduction on
the other breast, his fingers skipped down over her belly and dipped into the
wet slit of her sex. He teased the oversensitive nub hidden within her folds,
and she jerked into his knowing hand. He continued on, sucking and rubbing her,
sucking and rubbing, until her body was working against him in a primitive
rhythm.
    She was utterly helpless to everything but the fiery desire
he stoked and brought to life within her. Her breath tore from her in fast
gasps, mewling cries of passion caught in her throat. Surely, she managed to
think through the murk of her wanton mind, this was heaven on earth. Nothing
could ever again feel so incredible. She felt as if she were about to burst.
    And then she did, shaking against him, her eyes closed
tightly to savor the amazing sensations rocketing through her. There were no
words for it, save—
    “Pure bliss,” she murmured, aware that he’d addled her so
much with his lovemaking that she was becoming nonsensical, speaking her
private thoughts aloud.
    “I agree.” Her husband kissed the inner curve of her breast,
then raked his teeth delicately over her nipple once more. His finger traveled
lower, sinking inside her.
    Her breath escaped from her lungs. Just when she’d thought
there couldn’t be something