My One and Only Earl (Forever Yours #12) - Stacy Reid Page 0,50

pulling her mouth up to meet his, invading with his tongue. His kiss was passionate and so very wonderful. With a muffled moan, she moved her mouth under his, kissing him back with every emotion burning inside for him.

He dragged his mouth from hers and pressed it to her ears. “This is damnably reckless.”

“I know.” And she did, for no marriage would come from him. At least not for three years. Yet Poppy could not bear for this moment to ever end. She was painfully aroused and gripped by emotions she had never felt before. “I do not want to be rational or good or biddable. Tonight, I want you, James, in all the ways I have been dreaming.”

With a muttered curse, he took her mouth over and over, in sweet and other times hard, desperate kisses. Poppy dazedly realized he had unbuttoned her jacket and full skirts. Her dress, chemise, laces, and corset were removed with kisses in between. She should have been a nervous mess, but that book had prepared her.

Soon James was naked, and so was Poppy. Before shyness could overcome her, he swung her into his arms, and within a few strides, they were by his bed, tumbling down on the soft mattress. They kissed endlessly until her body grew fevered until the ache between her legs was pulsing wetness. Until she was twisting and tugging at his shoulders, demanding something she was not familiar with. Poppy felt as if she would disintegrate under the lash of heated arousal pulsing throughout her body.

But James seemed as if he could not stop kissing her. Her mouth, her cheeks, the curves of her throat, down to her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and Poppy slapped a hand over her mouth, a low moan breaking from her.

She had never imagined such sensations were possible.

“James, I need…I…ahh,” she cried out when he nibbled at her sensitive nipple then laved it with his tormenting tongue.

One of James’s hands drifted over her body, molding and shaping, teasing, and tormenting. His fingers brushed over the hollow of her throat, over the aching mounds of her breasts and seared a path over her quivering stomach down to her thighs. His fingers found her damp curls, gliding through slick folds, sinking deep into her tight, wet sex. And the entire time, he kissed her mouth with a breath-taking intensity.

All of Poppy’s senses were assaulted with piercing desire. Her flesh felt sensitized and needy. She nudged her hips, and his finger moved within her. It was as if lightning struck her low in her belly and traveled down to her sex.

Poppy pulled her mouth from James’s, breathing raggedly at the strange but wonderful feeling. She gasped as his thumb glided over her nub of pleasure. The friction had her arching her hips more into his wicked caress. James licked down her body, following the path his fingers had taken earlier, kissing and nipping all over her body, paying attention to the quivering softness of her belly. Then he went even lower. A kiss from his scorching lips skimmed her inner thigh. Poppy trembled, the ache spreading to her belly.

His fingers moved from her body, and she cried out her protest. Now she felt empty when she desperately needed to be filled. James cupped her buttocks in both his palms, tilting her hips, dipped his head, kissing her deeply in the sensitive place between her legs. That deep, heated lick across her folds ripped a wild cry from Poppy. The pleasure was sharp and searing, flowering from her nub and throughout her entire body. Poppy sobbed, and quaked, and lifted her hips to his mouth for more. He licked her over and over, dragging his tongue over her pearl of pleasure, before sucking her wetly into his mouth. Sweet, bone-shattering ecstasy tore through Poppy, and she cried out, gripping the sheets at her side.

He rose above her, settling his weight between her open thighs. James lowered his head and kissed her, and to her mortified shock, the carnal taste of herself on his tongue aroused her senses even more. He reached between them, and then there was a hard pressure at her entrance. Without relinquishing her mouth, he pressed forward. A tight pressure seemed to invade her, and she whimpered. James paused, then plunged forward, burying his length deep inside her. Pain buffeted her senses, and he placed soft, soothing kisses along the tip of her nose and her mouth.

“The pain will soon pass,