Earl of Tempest by Annabelle Anders & Wicked Earls Club

Author:Annabelle Anders & Wicked Earls Club [Anders, Annabelle & Wicked Earls Club]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Annabelle Anders
Published: 2021-01-12T06:00:00+00:00

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Lost in the haze of this… wanting, Lydia knew she should stop. Ladies do not do this.

Not in the privacy of an isolated meadow, not in an earl’s Mayfair townhouse, and most definitely not with a gentleman who was not her husband.

But… this was Jeremy.

“Oh,” she gasped.

His mouth summoned hot jumpy sensations… all over. She wanted closer to him.

She was well aware of how a woman and a man came together—in the dark, in a bedchamber, the lady in her nightdress, the man wearing… Well, she wasn’t certain of that, but she knew that he’d eventually be…

Exposed.

Jeremy’s body was hard precisely where she needed him to feel hard. Caught up in the pressure building between the two of them, she imagined all manner of scenarios. Some that involved activities that would resemble the marriage act and others that were, well… unimaginable. Only she did imagine them. Even now…

Frantic, she lowered her hands to his falls but before she could begin to unfasten them, he stopped her.

He was right here. She was in his arms and yet…

He was unreachable.

“Not… like this.” His voice came out gravelly, rough.

She lifted her lashes to stare into his eyes, her lids heavy as she struggled to focus.

“But…” Was that her making that whining sound?

His gaze pinned on her, he jerked his hips up and prodded… Precisely where she ached to be prodded.

“Like this.”

She could barely hold her head up.

He pulsed upward again, and then again, building on the friction she’d been chasing.

“Jeremy.” Her head fell back this time, and she would have fallen off his lap if his hands weren’t gripping her waist. He’d located her center and felt harder than before. Like wood, like steel, he ignited more heat—more wanting. White light danced over her skin at the same time little bursts of lightning sped through her veins.

“Let go, sweet, like that.”

Let go.

Let go?

Wasn’t that what she was doing?

The settee was shaking now, knocking against the table behind it. His butler or housekeeper could come along any moment, wanting to know what on earth was happening in here.

She allowed herself a split second to glance toward the closed door and when she swung her gaze back to him, she was surprised to see a bead of perspiration dotting his brow.

“What if someone comes?” she asked.

“Precisely what I’m hoping for.” His eyes flashed teasingly but then closed again, and squeezing her hips tightly, he growled.

The knocking sounds grew louder as his thrusts carried her closer…

Closer to… something.

And then she doubted she’d care if King George himself strode through the door.

Jeremy shuttered, something shattered, and then the most compelling feeling of completion rolled over her. At some point, she’d fallen forward, and they were all but gasping into one another’s mouths.

“Jeremy.”

“Are you all right, sweets?”

“I am, but…”

“What is it?” He stared at her in concern.

“The vase. I think we broke the vase.”

And in that moment, her hope that everything was going to turn out perfectly fine grew even stronger.

Because Jeremy Gilcrest threw back his head and laughed.

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