Page 80 of How to Tempt an Earl

His hands rose to his cravat, but she stopped him. “Let me.” She stepped close and reached for his cravat and began to slip it from its knot. It was erotic torture.

She soon divested him of his coat and waistcoat. His skin was tight with need by the time she’d stripped him of his shirt. Her fingers brushed against his chest. When at long last, she reached for the flap of his trousers, and began to work the buttons, he wanted to push her hands away and make quick work of the task. She sensed his impatience and gave him a warning look.

“Hold still,” she said.

Finally, his cock sprang free. He tugged off his own boots and discarded his trousers. They stood staring at each other for a heartbeat, breathing hard, then he reached for her, swept her off her feet, and laid her on the thick carpet beneath the window. Light from the chandeliers of the gaming floor reflected off her curves and hollows. He’d stood staring out the window countless times but never had he seen such a magnificent sight. She was like a goddess offered to him.

His goddess.

And he would feast like he’d desired from the moment he’d seen her.

He kissed her breasts, and she sighed and arched toward him. He marveled at her sweet response, urging him on. He lifted her leg and peeled down her stocking and garter and then moved to the other.

His lips trailed a path down her stomach and paused to press a kiss to her navel, then lower still, to the top of the soft curls between her legs.

She must have sensed his intent because she rose on her elbows, her dark hair cascading down her back. “Ian?”

“Shh, love. Let me love you the way I’ve longed to.”

He blew on the curls, teasing them with his hot breath, before parting her slowly. The sight of her glistening for him heightened his need. He lowered his head, licking her once.

“God, the taste of you.”

She moaned and the sound heightened his already fierce craving. He was harder than he’d ever been, driven to give her pleasure. She arched toward him, urging him on. He hooked her leg around his shoulder and grazed a finger down her wet slit. She cried out.

“Let me.” He parted her and swirled his tongue over the straining bud. She grasped his hair and tossed her head from side to side. He was enthralled at the way she writhed beneath him. Then he gave a leisurely lick, and she cried out as she reached her climax.

Her eyes opened, a vivid blue, and she sighed. “Ian.”

He’d never been more aroused in his life. He needed to be inside her, deeply embedded, until they were one. She opened her arms, and he moved between her legs and drove into her welcoming heat with one powerful thrust.

Her slickness encased him, held him tightly. He began to move and she joined him, meeting his wild thrusts with an urgency that drove him on, heightening his pleasure even further.

“Come for me,” he said.

She screamed his name with her release. Her tight sheath gripped him, and with one last thrust, he exploded and came deep and fast within her.

She went boneless against him, her heart pounding against his. His own breathing was harsh, and he turned to the side and held her tightly against him.

His heart rate slowed. He tenderly kissed her forehead, her lips. “Are you all right?” His need had been fierce, and he hadn’t been gentle when he took her.

She reached out to caress his cheek. “That was miraculous.”

It was.

He picked up a long lock of dark hair that rested across his arm and caressed it between his fingers. An unwanted emotion tightened in his chest. She had great power over him. He’d thought to bring her here would banish her fears and insecurities about the club. Instead, he’d ending up binding himself to her, ruining him for other pleasure.

He frowned. He’d made a decision to keep the Raven Club after he’d married. He believed he could maintain his lifestyle and insisted a wife would not change his ways. Now, he felt like he was losing control.

Ian had always thought of himself as brutal and cutthroat when he’d wanted something. And he wanted his club and her.

Things used to be easy for him. He used to be detached from others, but now Grace was threatening to tear down his barriers. He needed to maintain his resolve and the fierce discipline that had driven him for over a decade. There was only one way he could keep his sanity and the Raven Club without losing Grace.

…

It was earth-shattering. Never in her wildest dreams did she believe it would be like this between them. Ian had made love to her tenderly and passionately, and the invisible web between them had grown stronger.

“Was it as you imagined it here?” Ian asked.