My Wicked Earl (Wicked Lords of London 5)

“I can see that.” She reached for his hand and began to help him through the window. “I don’t know how I could have questioned your abilities.”

“Exactly,” he returned as he swung his leg over and then climbed through. Rather than take her in his arms, however, he turned and began pulling up the rope. He neatly coiled it as he went and then untied it from the bed. Tucking the ends together, he placed it in her wardrobe. “We can’t have anyone discovering the evidence.”

Jealousy prickled along her skin. “You’ve done this before.”

He straightened and crossed over to where she stood by the window, gathering her in his arms. “No love, I’ve never done anything like this before. Not even close.”

“Oh,” she sighed as his lips found the sensitive spot just behind her ear. “Well that does sound better.”

“Now let’s get you snug under the covers since you are already in your night clothes.” He murmured against the shell of her ear.

As he lifted her feet of the cold floor, she pressed tight to him. “I could get used to being carried around like this.”

“What a lovely coincidence.” His breath tickled along her skin. “I could get used to holding you like this.” Then, embracing her with one arm, he peeled back the covers and lay her on the bed, his weight coming down on top of hers.

Wiggling so that the hem of her dressing gown rode up, their bodies rubbed together in all the right places. They both groaned as her legs wrapped about his waist. “Petal,” he ground out, his voice gravelly as he smoothed her hair back from her face. “Please don’t do that. Not that I don’t appreciate your vigor but…” He drew in a long breath, “I’m trying to do the right thing and—”

“I don’t want you to.” She looked up into his eyes, her heart hammering in her chest as her need for him made her body ache. “Do the right thing. I am ruined and you’re a rake. Let’s be bad.”

His mouth stood ajar as he looked down at her for a moment. “We’re getting married tomorrow—”

“Exactly.” She wagged her eyebrows. “How bad would it be really? Just a little.”

He let out a deep, masculine chuckle. “From the moment I met you, I thought you were the most interesting woman I’d ever encountered. This Petal, however, who goes around blackmailing dukes and begging me to be naughty might be my most favorite ever.”

“So is that a yes?” She wiggled again and felt him swell against her most intimate area.

His lips captured hers in a demanding kiss that left her breathless and wanting. With a moan, she wrapped her arms about his neck even as her legs squeezed tighter.

His hands began to explore her curve

s causing her skin to erupt on pleasure. When his hand moved up her thigh and touched her most intimate folds, her entire body spasmed in pleasure.

Her reaction sent them both into a frenzy. Their lips clung together even as they tugged at each other’s clothing until blessed skin touched skin.

Daffodil drew in a shaky breath as the hair along his chest tickled at hers. “Oh, that is so much better than I ever imagined.”

He pulled away for a moment, but just as she was about to protest, he covered the round flesh, tweaking her nipple. Daffodil’s head fell back as her breath escaped in a moan.

The tip of his manhood pressed against her opening and as he slowly pushed inside her, a twinge of pain made her tense. But his lips found hers and, while it hurt, the press of his body to hers and the feeling of his lips made her relax. She was safe with him. Her heart swelled as he pushed all the way inside. “I love you, Rex,” she murmured against his lips.

“I love you too, my sweet flower.” He didn’t move as he kissed her over and over. “I’ll never love another. Everything in this world that is mine I give to you.”

“I only want your heart,” her voice trembled as he pulled back out. It didn’t hurt as much, but it didn’t feel good either.

“You’ve had that since the moment I met you.” He began a very slow but steady rhythm as her body adjusted to the new sensations he evoked. As the pain subsided, a pleasure unlike any she’d ever known began to build. As their bodies moved together the urgency intensified until they were breathlessly careening toward completion.

Of what, Daffodil wasn’t entirely sure. “Rex,” she breathed, intending to ask the question but she lost her voice as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

“Petal.” He groaned out her name as, amazingly, the tempo sped even faster. Without warning, her pleasure finally broke, sending her into spasms of ecstasy. A moment later, he cried out his own completion.

They lay in each other’s arms and Petal was certain she’d never been more tired or satisfied in her life.

Her eyes drifted closed but his hand brushed across her face. “Don’t fall asleep on me yet, love.”

“Why not,” she murmured as he slid to the side and pulled the covers up about her. She snuggled deep into the rippling muscles of his chest.

“Tomorrow is our wedding.” He began kissing her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks.