Arrogant Earls 2 - Chasing the Earl by Ayers Kathleen

Author:Ayers, Kathleen [Ayers, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical
Amazon: B09XJFGQYJ
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2022-05-04T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Sweet Jesus.

Of all the things Henry had thought might happen after sipping whiskey with Miss Stitch, tumbling down a hillside filled with bramble while fireworks were going off hadn’t been one of them. When she’d fallen, slipping on a piece of tasteless cheddar, Henry had acted instinctively and grabbed her ankle.

True to form, Miss Stitch had kicked him.

He’d briefly considered letting her travel down the incline without him, before following her down the hill.

Henry pulled her into the circle of his arms as they rolled, knowing of the rocky outcroppings at the edge of the ravine and wanting to protect her. Her forehead had been pressed against his chest, her spare curves molded to his much larger body. Her hair had come loose, the silken strands spraying over his chin and shoulders. When he’d hit the rocks, his nose had fallen against the top of her head, filling his nostrils with honeysuckle.

Now the lush line of her mouth was brushing his, carefully as if he would refuse her. She pulled gently on the edges of his coat, holding him to her.

Henry groaned, pressing her mouth more fully to his own, tasting the whiskey they’d shared on her lips. She was half sprawled on top of him, and now her hips writhed seductively against his, an age-old call for Henry to do more than kiss her.

He pushed her more closely against the rapidly hardening length of his cock, undeterred by the fall down the hill or the boulder digging into his back. He moved his mouth to the corner of her lips, savoring the sound she made as he found the sensitive skin of her neck. Hand roaming up her spine, he wrapped his fingers around the base of her neck, holding her in place while he nipped along the line of her chin and jaw.

“Emmie,” he whispered against the hollow of her neck, rocking his hips forward to press her more tightly against the hardness in his trousers. He turned her slightly, enough so that he could skim one hand up the length of her leg, to her thigh.

The slender body in his arm trembled. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him. Hard. Passionately. Permission for Henry to do what he would.

Trailing his hand over the silk-clad legs, Henry paused with his fingers at the apex of her thighs, the heat of her warming his fingertips. The soft hair covering her mound brushed against his hand as he found the opening in the layers of cotton that encased her.

Henry dipped his forefinger into her damp flesh, circling and teasing until a low moan sounded in the back of her throat. Emmie’s inner muscles grabbed at his finger as he thrust gently inside her, her hips grinding against his hand.

God, she’s perfect.

He wanted to taste her. Lay her out in the grass while the stream bubbled gently beside them and take her. He wanted her cries of pleasure to echo around him. Hear her laughing. Call out his name as she climaxed.

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