Page 14 of Snowbound with the Earl (Snowbound #2)

Seven

Graham was out of his chair and pulling Noelle into his arms before she could even tear her gaze from his bed.

He’d wanted to take her mouth with his from the moment he’d opened his door to her.

He’d gripped the door latch so hard he feared it would break off.

How could he help but want her when she looked up at him with eyes the color of warm cognac and half-parted lips she wet with her pink tongue?

Graham had followed the long column of her neck to the swell of her breasts rising above the low-cut neckline of the copper gown.

He’d caught Turlington eyeing her chest several times at dinner.

He couldn’t even be annoyed at the rake.

What man wouldn’t be tempted by the perfect roundness of her breasts?

What man wouldn’t want to free them and run his tongue over every creamy inch?

But first things first. She was here, now, and she wanted him.

He rested a hand on her lower back and guided her closer, so close that her body pushed against his.

Her belly rested right where he wanted her—nestling his hardening cock.

She gasped when she felt his erection, barely restrained by the loose trousers he wore.

“Take me to bed.” She wrapped her arms about his neck, and Graham swept her up and into his arms. She gave a squeal of surprise then laughed as he carried her to the bed.

When he set her down, her arms remained locked about him, dragging him down with her.

His lips slid over her soft ones. She opened for him, returning his kiss with a passion he couldn’t mistake.

He need not question that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Warmth spread from his lips to his chest and down to his belly.

Finally, the heat settled low, making him ache to toss up her skirts and take her then.

But he would do this the right way. She’d been in a loveless marriage with an old man.

Graham wanted to give her the pleasure she’d never experienced.

He took his time, teasing her with his lips and his tongue while his hands explored the silk of her cheeks and the heavy weight of her hair.

He began to pull out hair pins and loosen the coil her maid had fashioned until he had her hair free from its confines.

He pulled back and spread her glossy, walnut-colored hair over the bedclothes then looked down at her.

Noelle’s lips were swollen and pink, her eyes dark with desire, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.

“You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he whispered.

She lowered her eyes. “You don’t have to say that.”

“It’s the truth. You take my breath away.”

“And you take mine.” She put a hand to her heart, and he couldn’t help but notice the way her quick breaths made her chest rise and fall. He bent and kissed the half-moons of her breasts, eliciting a quiet moan from Noelle. Graham kissed his way up to her ear. “Turn over,” he whispered.

She caught her breath, bit her lower lip, then rolled over.

She turned her head so she could see him over her shoulder.

Graham reached for the fastenings at the back of her bodice and began untying, unlacing, and unpinning.

When he had the bodice loose, he untied her skirts and petticoats, then unfastened her stays.

Finally, he drew her hair to the side and kissed the exposed flesh of her upper back.

Her hands fisted in the bedclothes, and her eyes closed.

“Stand up.” He stepped back and let his robe drop to the floor, leaving him bare chested.

She turned and rose to her feet, her legs wobbling a bit.

He reached out a hand to steady her and then to help her discard the clothing he’d loosened.

When she stood in only her chemise and stockings, she looked down at the pile of garments.

“I hope you know how to dress a lady as quickly as you undress one. I can’t go back to my room like this.”

“That won’t be a problem,” he said, taking in her delicate shoulders and the pink of her nipples visible through the thin material of the chemise. “I don’t intend for you to sneak back to your room. I want you sleeping beside me tonight.” He didn’t add and every other night. Too soon for that.

“The servants will see me in the morning.”

“Then I suppose I will have to marry you.”

She laughed then looked at his face. “You don’t really mean to do that.”

“Let me show you exactly what I mean to do.” He reached for the satin ribbon holding her chemise closed and tugged it loose.

The wide neck immediately drooped, and she allowed the garment to fall off her shoulders, down over her breasts.

She pushed it over her hips, so it pooled on the floor at her feet.

Now she stood in nothing but stockings, and Graham wet his lips. “Let me help you with those garters.”

She began to speak, but he sank to his knees before her.

The garter was tied just above her knee, and he kissed the bare skin there.

Immediately, goose flesh appeared on her pale thighs, and he kissed higher, the scent of her teasing him now.

Her skin smelled of cherry cordial, and he caught the scent of her sex now too.

He turned his face toward the dark curls between her legs, toward that intimate most part of her.

He kissed higher while his hands untied her garters, allowing her stockings to slip down.

He lifted one leg, removed the stocking, then repeated the gesture.

But this time, instead of returning her foot to the floor, he anchored her knee over his shoulder.

“Graham!” She dug her hands in his hair to keep her balance. “What are you doing?”

“It’s a travesty that you even need to ask.

” He kissed his way to her center, feeling her shiver as he took his time exploring.

He opened her with one hand and slid his tongue along her seam, tasting her and feeling her contract with the first pulses of pleasure.

He dipped a finger into her wet heat and used his tongue to probe until he found a small nub.

When he flicked it with his tongue, she gasped.

When he suckled and laved it, she moaned and swayed.

He inserted another finger, feeling her inner muscles tighten around him.

Her breathing was rapid now, and one glance revealed her upthrust breasts heaving as she struggled with the rising pleasure.

That small nub he’d been teasing swelled against his tongue, and he rolled it about until she began to cry out.

Her words were unintelligible, but her legs shook and his fingers inside her were sheathed tightly as she climaxed.

He grasped her hips as he felt her legs give out so she was supported from behind by the bed.

He pushed her leg off his shoulder and opened both her legs wider, exposing her to him so he could pleasure her further.

She was still in the throes of pleasure, and he enjoyed the way her pink sex clutched at his fingers and her small, hard nub pulsed against his tongue.

Looking up, he enjoyed the sight of her rounded breasts, topped by hard, pink nipples, rising and falling as she gasped for breath.

Slowly, her orgasm ebbed, and she blinked down at him.

He withdrew his fingers and kissed his way up her belly.

He hadn’t yet had one of those nipples in his mouth, and his tongue ached to suck the turgid point.

He nuzzled the soft underside of one breast then took her nipple between his lips.

He drew the point in gently, and she let out a moan.

Her hands gripped his biceps, her nails digging lightly into his flesh.

“I want you inside me.” Her knees closed on his hips, and she slid her hands up to his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss.

The kiss was heat and seduction, and he could have melted into her. Instead, he pulled back and stood to remove his trousers. Noelle scooted further back on the bed then rose on her elbows to watch him disrobe. Her tongue skated across her lips when she saw his cock.

“You look like one of those statues in a museum,” she said as he slid over her on the bed.

“What kind of museums have you been attending?” he murmured against her breast.

She laughed. “I never knew it could be like this.”

He looked up at her. “Like what?”

“We’re laughing, playing, exploring.”

“Do you like it?”

“More than anything.” She kissed him again, and he allowed her hand to drift down his back, over his buttocks, then between them.

She gripped his erection and slid her hand over it.

He moaned as her thumb glided over the slick tip of his cock.

But when she would have slid down the length of his shaft again, he grasped her wrist. She looked up at him.

“Keep doing that and this will be over before it’s begun.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I do. Tonight is about you.” Besides, he wanted to feel her sheath close around him, wanted the warmth of her cradling him.

He angled his hips to bring his cock to her entrance, the heat of her drawing him closer.

Her legs closed around him, and he inched inside her slick entrance.

She made a small moan as he withdrew then entered again, this time giving her another inch.

Her fingers dug into his back as he continued moving in and out, each time giving her a bit more.

Her breathing sped up until finally she cried out when he’d sheathed himself fully.

“Oh, my God.”

“Too much?” he asked between gritted teeth.

“Give me a moment,” she said. “You’re...bigger.”

He nuzzled her neck. “I have an idea.”

“What’s that?”

Instead of telling her, he pulled her on top of him.

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