“Aurora, I have something to ask you,” he whispered.
“Not now,” she complained.
“It can’t wait,” he whispered. “My question is…can I take you here and now?”
She looked at him in surprise. That was not the question she’d expected from him at all. But it was one she wanted to say yes to very much. She nodded quickly. She was already aroused enough for a properly long tumble. “Anywhere. Anytime.”
His hands were between them then, unbuttoning his trousers. He shoved them roughly down and then he was there, sinking into her with agonizing slowness. Aurora bucked on him, seeking the friction she craved from his cock.
He grabbed each of her hands and lifted them up above her head, pinning them to the hard door she rested against. When he began to move inside her, it was unexpectedly frenzied from the very beginning. He kissed her and took her with such single-minded urgency, Aurora was soon swept along with his lust and moaning with each and every thrust.
Their kiss ended, and Drew adjusted his grip on her, letting her hands fall to his shoulders as he captured her rear again. He squeezed and kneaded her flesh, panting hard against her ear.
Aurora wrapped herself a bit tighter around the earl as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. The change of angle had increased her own passion so much, she moaned.
“Yes, yes,” he whispered. “Louder. Let yourself go.”
Aurora slipped her hand between them. There was little room, but she managed to finger her clitoris. The bump and grind didn’t make it easy, and Drew did not stop or even draw back very much.
He suddenly roared out as he climaxed. Aurora felt the hot flood of seed and increased slipperiness between her legs. She caught some on the tips of her fingers and used the lubrication to bring about her own climax on him. She shuddered and sobbed as the pleasure rolled through her in never-ending waves, arms and legs still clinging to the wicked earl.
He held her tightly and then began to move, taking tiny steps because his trousers were somewhere down around his ankles now.
Unfortunately, he tripped, and they fell. Aurora shrieked in alarm, and the earl cursed. He landed atop her, both of them partially on the bed mattress.
“That was not supposed to happen,” he complained as he kicked off his shoes and trousers. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, my lord. I survived a frantic tumble with you,” she promised, looking up at his flushed face. She pushed a lock of his hair back from his brow. He was devilishly handsome when he was truly wicked. She hoped he could be this way all the time when he was here with her.
“Hold onto me again,” he whispered, and when her arms were secure about his neck and her legs tightly wound around his hips, he lifted them up and placed her properly onto the bed.
Aurora sighed and released him, adjusting herself on the bed and attempting to straighten her skirts so they were not so twisted. She smiled, happy and sated for the moment, then looked at Drew.
He was next to her now, eyes closed, arm thrown over his head, trousers missing. She let her gaze roam over his half-dressed body, liking what she saw. This man was all hers. The tall man she’d wanted to climb from the moment they’d met. Not that he’d let down his guard enough then to know he could be what she’d hoped for. But he was now, and she was glad to be the one to bring out his wild side.
In truth, he was all she wanted in a man—unselfish, generous, and even when he was in a frenzy of lust, he was surprisingly gentle and considerate. Aurora turned on her side and drew her knees up to rest against his hip.
Drew opened one eye to peek at her and then brought down his arms to pull her close against his side. “Is that better, my love?”
My love?
Aurora let out a shaky breath at hearing those words. It couldn’t be possible that he thought he loved her. But she didn’t want to argue with him and closed her eyes to avoid the inevitable discussion of feelings that had been abhorrent to her for so long. No one had ever really loved her as she was. They had always wanted her to be someone else.