The Earl and the Vixen #2
He pocketed the coins and set off to do as she asked.
Jimmy had done so for her a few times before, when she would sneak out to see Nick.
The last time they snuck to the hunting cabin, she learnt what an orgasm was.
Who knew that a man’s hands could give such pleasure?
She clenched her thighs together, already thinking about what delights he would introduce her to that evening.
A few moments later, Jimmy handed her the reins, positioning the horse by the mounting block. She thanked him and climbed into the saddle before flicking the reins and racing off into the night.
When she reached the cabin, Nick’s horse was already tied up outside.
He waited on the porch for her and came right beside her horse and lifted her down.
“I’m so very glad you made it, my love. I would have preferred to escort you,” Nick said, pulling her into an embrace for a quick kiss.
“Let’s get you inside. I already started a fire for us. ”
She grabbed his hand, and he led her inside.
The warmth from the fire kissed her skin right away.
She removed her pelisse and laid it across the back of the settee.
She turned to face him, and in a single fluid movement, he swept her into his arms. Nick pressed his lips to hers, running his tongue along her bottom lip before her lips parted and he massaged her tongue with his.
She returned his kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth until he groaned.
He ambled her backward towards the bedchamber, not breaking their kiss, which grew wilder by the moment. Once inside the room, he kissed her jaw and neck, nibbling at her and then soothing the nips with his tongue.
Eliza sighed, loving the man before her more than she could have thought possible. She glanced around the room and noted he had started a fire in the bedchamber as well, and there were a few candles lit on the mantle above the fireplace.
Nick took her hands in his and leaned back to look at her.
His expression was an intoxicating mixture of need and love, and with the light from fire casting shadows on his handsome face, it was an image depicted right out of one of her romance novels.
His chestnut hair was almost black in the low lighting and the candlelight hit his green eyes just perfectly so that they shone like a precious gem.
She lost her heart to him all over again.
“Are you certain you wish to do this?” he asked, placing a soft kiss on her jaw.
“More than anything,” she replied. They had talked about waiting until they were married, but the desire to be with him had consumed her. She couldn’t wait for her father to approve her choice. She needed to be with him in every way, and then they would fight for their future together.
A low growl escaped his lips, and he began working the buttons of her dress, unfastening enough that he could lift it over her head and then tossed it on the chair beside the bed.
Curious about what Nick would look like without his clothing, she unbuttoned the coat he wore and pushed it off his shoulders until it fell to the floor.
She worked the buttons of his white shirt next.
He remained still and allowed her to do as she wished, staring into her eyes as she undid each button and freed him from his shirt.
Her breath caught when she saw his muscular chest with a light smattering of dark hair.
When she ran her hands across chiseled muscles and over his shoulders, he sucked in a breath, and the nerves she had about coupling with him evaporated, leaving only raw desire.
She kissed his chest, becoming wanton and bold with each press of her lips to his skin.
She used her tongue in the same way he did against her neck, and his muscles flexed beneath her touch.
“Eliza, that feels so good.”
She licked and kissed his collarbone and up his neck, finding the lobe of his ear. She sucked it into her mouth.
He grabbed her head and kissed her lips again. After a few moments of exploration with their tongues, he broke the kiss and pulled her night rail over her head, leaving her naked before him.
She watched his response to her, and the hunger in his eyes only emboldened her further.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, looking from her breasts and down her body. “I must taste you.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant, but he clasped her bottom and lifted her onto the bed. He tenderly laid her down across the massive bed and positioned himself on his knees between her legs.
He kissed her lips, then kissed his way to her breasts. Her entire body shivered from the sensation of his powerful form hovering over her and the anticipation of what he would do. She gasped when he took one of her nipples into his mouth and began suckling her. “Nick,” she cried out.
“Do you like this?” he asked, stopping what he was doing.
“Oh, yes,” she replied.
He dipped his head to continue, smiling against her breast every time she moaned or sucked in a breath. When he used his hand to find her nub in the nest of curls between her legs, she moaned again.
He released her nipple and kissed his way down her stomach. He kissed lower and lower, shifting himself further down on the bed until his head was between her legs.
“What are you—” She cried out when his tongue flicked her pearl. “God, yes,” she moaned.
He stopped and glanced up at her, a smirk playing on his lips. “Does that mean you wish for me to continue?”
“I may never wish for you to stop.”
He gave a smug laugh and flicked her pearl again before circling it with his tongue. He inserted a finger into her core and moved it in and out. Her hands flew to his head, and she undulated against his mouth and hand.
She approached a release similar to the one he gave her a couple of nights ago with his hand, but this was different. Far more intense and wicked. When she tipped over the edge of her climax, she rocked and moaned, calling out his name.
He shifted himself on top of her and kissed her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue and licked the wetness off his lips. It was erotic and exhilarating, and she knew that once would never be enough.