Page 61 of Captivating the Earl (Lords and Ladies in Love 5)

His fingers kept busy playing with her sex, sliding into the moistness. She moved up to rest her head on his chest as he used his thumb to circle the small bundle of nerves at her center. Her quick breaths, shifting legs, and pressure against his hand told him she was growing close to her release.

“Hawk…” she moaned.

“I know, sweetheart. Let go, relax. Don’t strain. It will come.”

“But, I need—”

He gathered her hair in his hands and pulled, bringing her face close to his. He sprinkled quick kisses over her chin, her eyes, her nose. “I know. Trust me, relax.”

He moved his mouth to her breast again and suckled hard. Lizzie’s body arched, and she let out a low keening sound. “Hawk!” His name exploded from her mouth as she fisted her fingers into the bedsheet.

God, how he loved to hear his name on her lips while she was in the throes of passion. He released her breast and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close as she continued to buck from her orgasm and rub the area between her legs against his thigh.

Eventually, she relaxed in his arms, brushing her face against his chest. He tipped her chin up and kissed her already swollen lips. “I love watching you reach your climax.”

She moved her hand back down to his cock, squeezing, hardening it further. “We must do something about this, my lord.”

“Ah, my love. I have every intention of feeling your tight moistness. Soon. Very soon.” He kissed her again and shifted, kneeing her thighs open so he lay between her legs, his hips nestled against her body.

He slid up and down her swollen sex and leaned down to grab his cock and place it at her center. He brushed the damp hair back from her forehead and sprinkled light kisses over her face.

Lizzie raised her hips, staring into his eyes, fisting his hair. “I need to feel you i

nside me. Now.”

He grinned at the intensity of her request. “I always do as my lady bids.” He eased into her opening, slipping in much easier than he thought. She was wet, slick, swollen, warm, all the wonderful things his cock was desperate for.

His eyes slid closed as he moved in her, her sighs and soft moans music to his ears. He took both of her hands in his, clasping their fingers together, and raised them over her head. His head rested on her shoulder as he thrust, his movements growing frantic as he plunged into her. “Wrap your legs around me,” he panted.

Lizzie’s increased breathing and frantic movements suggested she was nearing another orgasm. He shifted his hips so he touched the part of her that would help her along. Nothing else existed. He was aware only of them, their bodies, the sound of their slick skin coming together, the scent of sex in the air, the low moans of Lizzie. His own panting and grunts as he continued to plunge into her warmth, bringing him closer to his release. Within minutes, her legs stiffened, and just as her muscles contracted, gripping him, milking him, he thrust one final time and poured his seed into her.

Blinding light flashed behind his eyelids, and his body shuddered. The power of his release was beyond anything he’d ever experienced before, almost as if it were his first time. Barely able to move, he rolled off her, taking her with him to rest her body on his chest. His heart thundered, and his chest heaved. Lizzie wasn’t in much better shape. The sound of their breathing, and the scent of their coupling, filled the air.

Once their hearts and lungs slowed down, and his skin began to cool, he reached down and pulled the discarded counterpane up and covered them both. He ran his fingers lightly over her skin.

She snuggled against him, then moved, her hand clenched on his chest, her chin resting on her fist as she gazed up at him. “Is it always this good?”

He played with the damp curls resting on her shoulder. “No.”

“Why not?”

He shifted so he was facing her. “How good it is depends on who is in your arms.”

“Indeed?” She studied him for a minute, then a slight smile twitched her lips. “What does that mean?”

His lips twitched. “You are going to make me say it, aren’t you?” He sighed and rested his forehead on hers. “It means you have captured my heart. I love you, Lady Hawkins.”

Lizzie’s smile widened. “And I love you, Lord Hawkins.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Lizzie fiddled with the spoon next to her teacup as Hawk and Cam made plans for the break-in at her father’s townhouse. It was the morning of the third day after their arrival in London and the three were finishing up breakfast. Cam had returned that morning, which had given her and Hawk the privacy of the house for a few days.

They had used it well. On every piece of furniture in every room that had a lock on the door. And some without a lock when they’d been feeling particularly daring.

“The men watching Loverly’s townhouse report no one has shown interest in it. I’m assuming whoever it is we’re looking for is confident nothing else is in the house that the Home Office has not already confiscated.” Cam took a sip of coffee and placed the cup on the table.

“Good. The last thing I want is to have someone from the Home Office see me and Lizzie sneak into the place.” Hawk produced numerous pages of sketches and laid them on the table. “I have spent quite a bit of time with Lizzie these last days going over the layout of the residence, indicating from her memory where various furniture was located—to avoid bruised knees in the dark—and all the places her father might have hidden anything damaging to someone desperate enough to kill her.”