Page 117 of Wicked Highland Heroes

He grasped her wrists and pushed them behind her back as he urged her backwards against the stone wall. His head dipped and he closed warm lips around one nipple. He suckled so hotly Eve found herself stunned by the intense pleasure that tightened her sex. She drew a sharp breath when he clamped her wrists together with one hand and began hiking up her dress with his free hand. His warm palm came in contact with her hip as he flicked his tongue against the rigid peak of her nipple. The place between her legs throbbed in unison with the action. His fingers slid over and brushed her curls.

“This is madness.” She couldn’t think. “Our families—”

A long digit caressed her swollen sex. Eve shuddered. He rubbed gently. Hot need surged through her. Insanity. If they were caught—his finger dipped between her moist folds. His finger slipped inside her and she froze as he began to stroke. He shifted to her other breast and sucked, still stroking inside her. A tremble radiated from her stomach. Pleasure coursed like a whirlwind with his finger its vortex centered between her legs.

“My lord,” she whispered. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Quite the contrary,” he withdrew his finger and began rubbing her swollen nub again, “this is exactly what we should be doing.”

“Oh my goodness—” She tensed. What was he doing to her? Faster, he stroked faster, while he flicked his tongue against her nipple, mimicking the action of his finger. Heat rushed through her. “Why-why is this exactly what we should be doing?” She drew a harsh breath.

“So that you will know no other man will do for you what I can do.”

He was right. Blane certainly hadn’t made her feel like this.

Reality washed over her like ice water and she stiffened. “You are not the first man to put the wedding night ahead of our wedding.”

He stilled. Slowly he straightened, but his finger remained on her sex. “I promise you, the wedding night will be far superior to a little pleasure in an alcove.”

Gaze locked with hers, he massaged her sex. Her stomach flipped.

“Did Blane do this for you?” Lord Rushton leaned closer. “Can Somerset please you like I can?”

Eve closed her eyes, but the ache only engulfed her.

He pressed close to her hip, rubbing his engorged shaft against her. “Did they want you this badly?” he asked. She didn’t answer and he bent and whispered in her ear. “Did they, Eve?” He stroked faster. “Did you want them?” Faster he stroked. “Did you?”

She shook her head as much to ward off the need that gripped her as to answer his question.

He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. “Do you want me?”

She wanted him and—Holy God—she wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. Eve moaned.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He released her wrists and wrapped his arm around her, while stroking her in small circles, tormenting her until her breath caught and light danced across her closed eyelids. Pleasure burst over her, swallowing up her senses and centering on his touch.

“Yes, love,” he whispered.

His voice washed over her and she shivered as another wave of pleasure weakened her knees. He caught her to his chest as he slowed his strokes. An echo of pleasure rippled through her, then another followed until she released a slow breath. He removed his hand, pulled down her dress, then held her close. Eve sagged into his warmth.

It seemed they held one another for hours, until Eve realized that her bare breasts were pressed against Lord Rushton’s shirt—and he hadn’t satisfied his lust, although the bulge in his pants had receded somewhat. She had the unexpected desire to do for him what he’d done for her—had no idea how to go about it—but good sense kept her from asking.

He drew back. She started to straighten her bodice, but he grasped the fabric and lifted it over her breasts, then released a breath.

“Are you ready to return to the lion’s den?” he asked.

“You once told me you would not willingly go into the lion’s den.”

He traced a finger down her cheek. “For you, madam, I will.”

She blinked. Then he smiled and her breath caught.

“We had best return,” he said. “I doubt my threat will keep our families at bay indefinitely.”

Eve froze. Everyone was sure to know the earl had made love to her while they’d sat chatting in the library.

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