Stranded with the Earl by Charlotte Russell

Author:Charlotte Russell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: first love, second chance romance, protector, romance novella, reunited lovers, reunion romance, stranded romance
Publisher: Charlotte Russell
Published: 2021-06-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

The howling wind startled Vivienne awake. The dark of night engulfed them now so she snuggled deeper into the warm embrace of the man behind her, a thrill of lust lancing through her when her bottom bumped against his hard erection. She’d always loved—

That was Trent behind her.

She was stranded on an island, trying to survive not only the weather but his presence.

“My apologies.” Trent’s hot breath wafted past her ear.

What exactly was he apologizing for? The reckless behavior that landed them in this predicament? The way he’d railed against her earlier? His indecent and unwelcome arousal?

His hand lay heavy upon her side beneath the wool coat that covered her. The heat from his palm warmed that one spot. As did the length of him spooned behind her. Vivienne valiantly fought the urge to squirm beneath the barrage of masculinity.

Thunder cracked all around them, shaking the ground. Startled, Vivienne burrowed back. Pressed deeper between her cheeks, his erection hardened further.

“Trent,” she snarled. She did not have faith in her ability to withstand this kind of temptation. Not where Trent was concerned.

“Perhaps it would help if you stopped grinding your ass against my cock.”

She waited for the repulsion of his tone and vulgar words to overwhelm her. It didn’t come, partially because that wasn’t abhorrence deepening his voice but also because when she’d jumped at the thunder, his hand had resettled just beneath her breast, the crumpled linen of her shift the only barrier between them. His coat, serving as her blanket, had slipped to the floor in front of her.

She huffed out a breath. Or at least she hoped it sounded like a huff and not a moan. “Perhaps I am merely trying to get away from the hand crudely fondling my bosom.”

“Perhaps my hand is trapped beneath the lushness of your tit.”

Heat pooled between her thighs. Was he trying to offend her with his coarse language? Because it wasn’t working. Every base word that rumbled from his throat was like a direct shot of pure lust. He said tit; her breasts tingled with want. He said ass; she had to force herself not to push back against him once more.

What was wrong with her? What was wrong with him?

“What are you doing?” she asked, though really it was a rhetorical question. She knew perfectly well what he was doing—nipping and sucking the skin just above her collarbone—as well as the result. She was so wet she should be embarrassed. But wasn’t. She trembled with need.

He bit just beneath her ear before moving his hot mouth up closer. “Waiting for you to tell me to stop.”

Her entire body flushed with heat and desire. She’d always wanted Trent but on the day of her marriage, she’d ruthlessly locked away all those feelings and given herself wholeheartedly to David. Now, though...

She was leaving the country in a few days. She could allow herself this one last indulgence, couldn’t she? A final goodbye to Trent and to England and to all that she loved here.

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