Page 47 of Real Earls Break the Rules

She puzzled at his meaning until he dropped to his knees and his head lowered between her legs. She stiffened as she felt his hot breath at her moist center. Clutching his hair in confusion, she gasped. “Brandon?”

He began to kiss her. Firm hands clutched her thighs, his fingers opening her legs to his lips and tongue. She was shocked. But when his tongue sought the sensitive bud at the apex of her sex, her inhibitions melted away in a haze of pleasure so intense it stole her breath. It was erotic, lustful…sinful. He worked his magic until her head fell back, her eyelids closed, and her lips parted as her body exploded into a shuddering bliss.

She opened her eyes to find him watching her with a mix of male satisfaction and a hunger so fierce it made her entire body tense.

“I’ve never seen any woman as beautiful in passion.”

What she’d experienced was cataclysmic. She didn’t want to think of any other woman sharing that with him.

She looked at him through heavily lidded eyes. He was fully clothed and she was spread across his desk with her chemise bunched to her waist and wearing only her silk stockings. She raised herself up on elbows, and her gaze roved his body to rest on the prominent bulge in his trousers.

“What about your needs?” she whispered.

“Tonight isn’t about me. I’ve already been greedy.”

She frowned up at him. He was thinking of his promise to keep her virtue intact. He was being honorable. But it had already gone too far. She’d been exposed to him, not only every inch of her body, but deeper in her soul. He’d awakened her, and she’d never be the same again. He was not only a man she was wildly attracted to but a man she admired and who tugged at her heart.

“I know there’s more between a man and a woman. I want to experience everything,” she said.

His expression was fierce. “You’re innocent. You deserve a wedding ring and a soft bed. I won’t take that from you or your future husband.”

“Marriage never concerned me. I’m an artist. We’re known to be impulsive. And I refuse to live a life without color. I want to experience you.”

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Amelia reached for the fall of Brandon’s trousers, and he was helpless to stop her. His body tightened in anticipation as she undid the closures and her fingers slipped inside to slide along his engorged cock. Lust ripped through him with the force of a shot.

Sweet Jesus. His hips jerked, and he clenched his teeth. Her tentative exploration would drive him wild.

“You’re so much bigger than I’d imagined.”

“It’s because of you,” he ground out.

“Tell me what to do.”

Reaching down he showed her how to hold him. When her fingers brushed the tip of his engorged head, he swelled even further. She was a fast learner and her fingers gripped him tight and her hand pumped up and down. He was burning with desire, his chest heaving and straining. The sight of her small fist wrapped around his swollen cock threatened to push him over the edge.

“Stop. I can’t take much more.” His body craved release and possession. A dangerous combination. He wanted to take her. To thrust deep and possess her.

She looked into his eyes. “I want this.” Reaching up she lifted her chemise over her head and let it fall to the floor. He stared at her as she sat on his desk without a stitch of clothing except for her stockings and garters. The pins in her hair had loosened and long auburn hair cascaded across her shoulders and trailed down her pale breasts. It was the most erotic image he’d ever seen.

Savage hunger rose and flared in him. Only a thread of control kept him in check. She was innocent, a virgin.

“Are you sure, Amelia? There’s no going back,” he said.

Clear blue eyes met his, and she smiled seductively. “Yes.”

Good God, she was made for love. She tugged his shirt from the waistband of his trousers, and he helped her lift it over his head. Her palms ran across his shoulders, then her fingers trailed the line of hair down his chest and dipped beneath his waistband.

Her gaze met his. “Take off your clothes.”

He was happy to oblige her. He kicked off his boots and slid out of his trousers and stood naked before her. “Last chance.” His voice was hoarse.

She gave him a knowing smile, then reached for him. It was all the encouragement he needed. He stepped between her legs and spread her thighs, pulling her close and pressing his hardness against her heat. She was wet and his muscles tightened to keep his control. He needed this to be good for her.

“This position will allow you to pull back if there’s pain.”

He slid the tip of his engorged cock inside her, and grit his teeth at the slick heat of her body. From this angle they could both watch as he entered her body. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulder. He eased in another inch. She looked at him with big blue eyes full of trust. His chest tightened with emotion as his body craved complete possession. He entered her slowly until he felt a barrier.