Page 27 of Marrying the Wrong Earl (Lords and Ladies in Love 2)

Not sure if that was good or bad, she attempted to close her legs and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

He grinned. “No, sweeting. That’s good. It means your body is preparing yourself for me.”

“Oh. Should I be doing something to prepare you?”

Instead of an answer, he groaned, took her hand, and moved it to his man parts. Goodness it felt strange. Soft and hard. Silky and smooth. She held it like she would her parasol, her hand wrapped around it. Nash placed his hand over hers and moved it up and down. “Yes.” He gritted his teeth. “Just like that.”

This was all very strange. The feelings, the sensations, touching her husband in a very odd place while he did the same, excited her, made her long for something else that she knew would be even more pleasurable. Her suddenly restless legs kept moving, and the need to press the area between her legs against something hard overwhelmed her senses.

Surrounded by Nash’s heat and his scent, everything else receded as she concentrated on him and what he was doing to her. The feel of his barely covered body resting on hers was comforting and exciting at the same time. The silk of his banyan contrasted with his skin. Skin that was not as soft as hers, but coarse, lightly covered with hair.

Her restlessness increased, and all her focus centered on the place between her legs. Heat rose from the spot to travel up her body, washing over her like a warm bath. Nash seemed to understand what she wanted, because he began circling, pushing with his thumb, right where she wanted it the most. “Do you like that, sweeting?”

“Oh yes.” The words came out as a sigh. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her, his lips quirked in a slight smile. His eyes had darkened, and his breathing had increased as much as hers.

He moved his hand so a finger slipped into her opening. He nibbled on her lips, whispered words of encouragement, how much he desired her, how beautiful she was, how he wanted to make her his.

At the same time, he continued his attentions to her breasts, suckling, licking, nipping, then soothing. That, combined with what he was doing with his fingers had her heart pounding and her breaths coming in short pants, as if she were running a race. What was happening to her body? She pressed against his fingers, a slight moan escaping from her dry lips. She reached, searched, eager for something she knew she wanted. Nay, desperately needed.

She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging, needing something to hold onto while all her senses were heightened.

“Relax, sweetheart. Just let go.” He murmured in her ear, his own breathing erratic. He moved farther over her body, his leg between hers as he continued to rub, stroke, and caress. “Does that feel good?”

“Oh yes. Yes. Just like that.” She lost all sense of time and place. And modesty. She opened her legs wider, then shut them to press against his hand.

“Enough.” With a strangled cry, Nash removed her hand from his member. “If you keep that up, I will disgrace myself.”

His words flitted in and out of her mind, while she concentrated on what was happening to her body. She cupped his face in her hand and pulled him in for a searing kiss, this time using her tongue to nudge his lips apart.

His smiling lips.

She had no idea what was happening, what he was doing, where he was bringing her, all she knew was that her body was spiraling out of control. She sensed she was headed toward something wonderful. Nash’s finger pushed into her opening, sending her higher, her heart hammering in her ears. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body, which would have embarrassed her had she presence of mind. Instead, all of her concentration was focused on a spot to which she’d never given more than a passing thought.

She licked Nash’s flat nipple, sending shivers through his body. Salt. Lemons.

Pleased with herself, she licked it again. Then, a tiny flicker started where his fingers worked, and then grew, until she felt as though she were on a ship that was about to ride a gigantic wave. She strained to reach the top, to crest what was out of reach, pushing against his hand. “Yes, harder please.”

She barely got the words out when she came crashing down, flooding the shore. She moaned as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her, gooseflesh covering her body, until she curled her legs up and turned onto her side, facing Nash who continued to stroke her until her body stilled and she felt as though her bones had melted.

After a few moments, she sighed. “Oh my.”

Nash stood and shrugged out of his banyan. Although she struggled to bring in air, she still noted the perfection that was Nash’s body. She’d seen statues in books and in the museum, but nothing compared to this flesh-and-blood man. His muscles rippled as he moved toward her.

Through lowered eyelids, she took in the part of him with which he intended to enter her body. Had she any energy left, she would have scooted from the bed. He was so large! Instead, she merely whimpered as he climbed back onto the bed. His knee nudged her legs apart, and he settled himself there.

He kissed her deeply, his strong hands holding her head, anchoring her to the bed. His body full on top of hers brought back some of her earlier feelings. Smoothing back the damp curls from her forehead, he kissed her again, this time more gently. He pulled back and stared into her eyes, then moved his mouth to her ear. “Relax. I will try my best not to hurt you, although you might feel a twinge of pain.”

Pain? She remembered Mother mentioning something about pain, but at the time Arabella had thought she’d meant the pain of embarrassment.

That part of him she’d held so snugly nudged at her center. He eased in, but kept her distracted by kissing her jaw, her chin, the soft sensitive skin under her ear. Whispered words tumbled out of him as he moved in farther until he stopped and looked down at her.

“This will only hurt for a minute.”

Before she could ask him anything, he surged forward, and a sharp pain brought a squeal from her lips and tears to her eyes. Nash placed his forehead on hers, his soft, sweet breath coming in gasps. “Are you well?”

As fast as the pain had come, it left just as quickly. “Yes. I think I am.”

“Good.” He bent to kiss her as his hips moved so his shaft slid in and out of her. At first it felt odd, then quite pleasurable. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as the tension from before began to build again.