The Earl and His Virgin Countess by Dominique Eastwick

Author:Dominique Eastwick [Eastwick, Dominique]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Short Stories & Anthologies, Anthologies, Romance, Historical, Regency, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Anthologies & Literature Collections, Genre Fiction, Historical Romance, House of Lords - Book 3; A 1 Night Stand Story
Amazon: B00PKVPMRK
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Published: 2014-11-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Miranda’s eyes blurred as his lips touched her bare neck. His hand under her bosom burned, ached in a way she wished would never end, and he wasn’t even touching them. Then there were his kisses; the line of light, torturous heat bringing her nerves to a near-breaking point.

She whimpered, exposing more of her neck to him. “Milord.”

“Andrew,” he whispered against her earlobe. “I do not want to hear ‘milord’ cross those kissable lips when associated with me, and never when we are in bed.”

“But—”

“No buts, and I will include other places where milord is off-limits.”

She leaned back, puzzled. His eyes held playful sensuality.

“Oh, I plan to make love to you in every room of every home I own.”

She would have gasped, at the very least protested that as a well-bred lady, discussing such inappropriate things should not happen, but his lips caught hers, leaving her unable to remember any protest or what she was protesting in the first place. His tongue coaxed hers into a waltz. Every stroke brought the temperature to furnace levels. Her dress, even with the lacings relaxed, seemed too tight and constricting.

“Shh. Trust me. I can help you.” He nibbled her lower lip.

She was unsure what he meant until his hand eased the sleeve of her gown over her shoulder. His touch fueled the flames already licking her skin.

“Too hot,” she murmured.

“What’s too hot?” His lips made their way down her jawline toward the newly exposed skin, leaving a trail of aftershocks.

“Me—your touch. I can’t breathe.”

“Relax.”

Easy for him to say. She wanted to scream, but instead fell back onto the mass of overstuffed goose-down pillows behind her. With the exception of the thumb on his right hand tracing the underside of her breast, he remained still. As his eyes met hers, the playfulness became a need she didn’t quite understand, but imagined, if he felt a small degree of what she did, he might ignite at any moment.

Gazing up at the ceiling, she concentrated on breathing and remembered what a tutor had once told her; when in bed with her earl, Miranda should focus on something—anything—until he’d finished. Think of the beauty of the countryside, the motherland, or practice the harpsichord in your head.

“What are you doing?”

She lifted her head. “Thinking of England.”

“Really?” he asked, appearing amused by her answer.

Nodding, she returned her attention to the ceiling. “My tutor said that when I was in bed with you, I should look at the ceiling and think of distractions. She must have known the fire would consume me otherwise.”

He climbed up over her, obscuring her view of the red canopy. “You are quite priceless. I think your tutor has offered me a challenge.”

“Pardon?” Miranda blinked repeatedly, wishing what he said didn’t sound as scary and utterly amazing.

He fondled her left breast and squeezed. “Whatever I do, I want you to turn your attention toward the ceiling.”

“And what will you be doing?”

“Everything in my power to make you look away.”

“But—”

“Oh, I haven’t changed my mind about leaving your maidenhead intact for tonight.

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