Gently, he slid his tongue inside her sweet mouth, and she gasped slightly, which only drew him in farther. Then, ever so slightly, she touched his tongue with her own.
“Mmm,” he murmured.
Next thing he knew, she’d reached her hands around the back of his neck and was holding him to her, with her fingers in his hair.
He grasped her waist, pulling her up against his body and, with their tongues dancing in earnest, he kissed her until every nerve in his body seemed to be burning.
Was it possible blood could run hot?He didn’t know, but it felt as though he was on fire for Eleanor Blackwood, and the only thing that could put it out was taking off all her clothes—and, of course, his own—and seeking relief by becoming one with her.
At the thought of her naked beneath him, her silky hair spread about her lovely face, her shoulders and breasts laid bare for him to nibble and suck, he could hardly breathe or hear anything but his own pounding heart.
His hands drifted from her waist to her bottom, squeezing gently, making her gasp again, even as he drew her up against his throbbing body.
Christ, but he was ready for her! His mind and soul were filled with Eleanor and, in turn, he wanted to fill her.
“Gray,” she said, pulling back slightly.
“Eleanor,” he returned, biting his tongue to keep from apologizing because he knew it irked her when he did so.
Besides, he didn’t feel sorry. Not even a little. He wanted to do it again. What’s more, he fully intended to do so when the library door swung open.
Chapter Nine
Shocked, Eleanor andGrayson both stood, frozen, their heads turned in unison, his hands on her behind, hers around his neck.
Luckily, it was only Phoebe, whose eyes grew as big as dinner plates.
“I…I…I,” she tried three times.
By then, he and Eleanor had parted.
Before either of them could say anything, Phoebe backed out the door and closed it firmly.
“Oh, dear!” Eleanor said. “What do you think we should do?”
“I suppose one of us should go find her and talk to her,” he suggested.
“One of us?” she asked, tilting her head, offering him a wry smile.
“Probably you since I might be seen as threatening.”
She blinked at him. “I don’t feel threatened.”
He liked the new, husky tone to her voice as she flirted with him.
“That’s because I want to kiss you, not order you to keep quiet.”
“True,” she agreed. “And it would be better coming from me. I may have to bribe her, too. Beryl once gave Phoebe a boiled sweet to keep her from telling Lord and Lady Angsley how we’d made Asher sneak into the cellar and steal a bottle of wine for us.”
“What happened?”
“Poor Asher, he succeeded, and so we had to let him drink with us. He got very sick. Phoebe found us and threatened to tell.”
Grayson couldn’t help laughing. “Did she hold her tongue when bribed?”
“She did, as far as I know. I had best go find her now.”
He nodded.
