Odd Earl Out by Anna Bradley

Author:Anna Bradley [Bradley, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter

Eleven

Juliet had been kissed once before, when she was eight years old.

One of her father’s friends had brought his son on a visit to Hambleden Manor, and the boy had kissed her on the cheek. It had been quick and sweet, and they’d both blushed furiously afterwards.

Miles’s kiss wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t even a kiss so much as a claiming—a pulse-leaping, heart-fluttering, dizzying taking that blazed through her like a conflagration, sending a shower of sparks through every nerve ending, seizing her breath from her lungs, and stealing her reason.

His mouth was dark heat, the wild, rich taste of him melting on her tongue.

“Open for me, Juliet.”

A delicious little thrill tripped down her spine at the rough demand, and she obeyed him instinctively, gasping when he surged into her mouth and slid the slick tip of his tongue across the inside of her bottom lip.

He knew, somehow, just how to kiss her, how to use his lips, his tongue and his teeth… God in heaven, the gentle rasp of his teeth… to stoke the smoldering heat in her lower belly until she was straining against him, her knees pressed against his hips and her fingers in his hair, tugging, pulling him closer. “Miles…”

“Shh. I’ve got you.” His wide palms slid down the outside of her thighs to her knees, easing them up so he could press closer between her legs… yes, please, yes, her bottom sliding over the slippery surface of his desk until her hips collided with his, his possessive hands holding her tightly against him, and…

Dear God, she could feel him, hot and hard, even with the layers of clothing between them, and his voice, low and dark and filthy in her ear, urging her on, his teeth worrying her earlobe, a tiny sharp bite that made her shudder against him, dragging a groan from his throat.

He cupped her breast in his palm and stroked her nipple with his thumb, slow, sinuous circles, his mouth so hot on her throat, her neck arching, her head falling back in invitation.

“Juliet.” It was a growl, a command and a plea at once, the cool air on the heated skin of her back as her buttons gave way to the frantic tug of his fingers, his other hand fisting her skirts, dragging them up past her knees, her thighs. “Want you.”

And she… oh, she wanted so many things, dreamt so many dreams still, just as she’d done when she was a girl, but she didn’t want anything as badly as she wanted him. “Then take me, my lord.”

Because it should be that simple, shouldn’t it? As simple as wanting him, and lying back for him, her spine against the polished wood of his desk, her hand on his neck, his pulse beating against her fingertips as he wrestled with the buttons of his falls—

Until suddenly he froze, listening, his fingers pressed to her lips. “Someone’s coming.”

A moment later, she heard it, too, voices in the entryway, mere steps from the study, and then, growing louder with each of her panting breaths, footsteps echoing down the corridor.

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