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My snippet is from the newly released Lord Devere’s Ward. Here’s the blurb:
A lighthearted Regency in the tradition of Georgette Heyer, but with a sensuality unique to Sue Swift’s books, in which you can expect the unexpected. Orphaned Kate Scoville is trapped in a tower prison by her scheming uncle, who plans to wed her to his loathsome son in order to gain control of her fortune. Plucky and resourceful, Lady Kate escapes to London to ask for help from her guardian. She’s sure the elderly Earl of Devere will help her in her plight.
Kate is astounded to find that the Earl has died, and his son has become her guardian. Quinn, the present Earl, remembers Kate from his childhood as an awkward child he loved to taunt and tease. But now his ward has grown into a beautiful young woman. Though honor prevents Quinn from making Kate his, their attraction is irresistible… Will Kate tempt Quinn into abandoning honor? Will the wicked uncle trap Kate, compromise her and steal her fortune?
And here’s the mega-hot excerpt (as you’ll read, lust won over honor):
Kate moved toward Quinn as though pushed by some mysterious, inexorable force. She slid her fingers into those fascinating curls, rubbing their coarseness between curious fingertips.
When he finally spoke, his voice was husky, as though his tongue were thick in his mouth.
“Kate. What are you doing here?”
She stroked her fingers in and out of the curls, then flattened her hand over his chest. The warmth of his flesh belied his resemblance to a perfect Greek statue. With tender absorption, she watched his nipples rise. She almost forgot to breathe.
“I wanted some brandy.” She continued to caress his torso, watching it lift and fall as his breath quickened. “Why are you here, Quinn?”
He swallowed. She saw his Adam’s apple bob convulsively as he sought the right words.
“I came to kiss you good night.” He bent his head and touched his lips to hers.
With unspoken understanding, they both kept their eyes open as their mouths melded into one sensual being, with but one purpose.
Hot chocolate. Quinn’s brown eyes were hot chocolate, his mouth as sweet as the promise in his deep gaze. Their bodies merged, and for the first time, Kate felt her lover’s manhood pressing hotly against her belly through the thin cloth of her nightgown. Her flesh leapt in response to his desire.
Quinn broke away. “Kate, I must know,” he whispered.
She looked at him, her heart in her throat.
“Kate, are you sure?” He bent his burning gaze upon her again. “Are you sure you want this, want me, as part of your life, forever?”
“Oh, yes.” She took his hands in both of hers. “Quinn–I’m yours. Forever.” Would he ever understand the depth of her need for him?
He smiled at her suddenly, like the sunlight piercing through clouds. “Why, then, let’s to bed.” Taking her by the hand, he led her into her bedroom.
Kate did not know quite what to do with herself as Quinn went to the hearth and added a log to the fire. He used the poker to nudge the wood into a blaze. She sat on her bed and watched the ruddy light flicker over the play of muscles in his back, and then in his chest as he turned to her.
He swept her up into his arms, and Kate felt like one of the sparks crackling forth from the burning flames, free and flying high. Quinn’s kisses were ardent and unrestrained as he unbuttoned her nightgown. He loved each spot of her skin he uncovered with his lips and tongue, brushing and nibbling as he explored. The little nips and bites he gave her served only to heighten the heat in her body as her smoldering passion flared into a blaze.
He stood between her legs as he held her breasts, one in each hand, and kissed her on the mouth again. He explored at his leisure, slipping his tongue deeper only when she let him in, allowing her to set the pace. She ran her hands through his hair and tugged him closer, exquisitely aware of every nuance of him, from his rapid heartbeat to his unique scent, which was an irresistible mixture of citrus, clove, and something else which belonged to Quinn, and Quinn alone. He plucked at her nipples and she shivered as the arousal in the sensitive crests ignited her entire being.
He pulled away from her only to tear off his breeches. His rod sprang forth. She couldn’t restrain her surprised gasp.
It was utterly unlike anything she’d ever seen. The statuary she’d seen in museums showed only a small floppy thing, not this large, thick pole! Whatever was he going to do with that?
Nothing yet, it seemed. He pulled back the quilt and urged her into bed, then came after her. He covered them both by the quilt and wrapped her in his arms. He rubbed his body against hers, murmuring into her ear, “Want you, Kate, want you so much…” He kissed her again, sucking her tongue into his mouth, and gradually her fear fled in the face of his wicked, wild onslaught. Passion pushed out doubt, even when his demanding hardness prodded her thigh.
She was wantonly curious about this particular part of Quinn.
As he cradled his head between her breasts, kissing the hollow, she reached down to explore it with one hand. Heavy and hot, she thought it would burn her. She couldn’t stop touching the silken, fascinating skin of his tool. She rubbed the sticky bit of moisture which appeared at the tiny slit at its tip; that was new, and interesting also.
He groaned. She snatched her hand away. “Are you all right?”
“Oh, sweetling, I am so far beyond all right. God, Kate, I want you so much.” He moved her hand back. “Please, don’t stop.” He moaned again as she clutched him, then pulled away from her to rest his head between her splayed legs.
He spread her legs wider and, embarrassed, she resisted. “No, love, let me see you. All of you. Ah, Kate, you are so beautiful.” He bent his head to touch something warm and wet to her private flesh.
She squealed. “Quinn. What are you doing?”
“Loving you, darling, the best way I know how. Open yourself to me, like a flower to the sun.” He slid his fingers through her curls to rub the heel of his hand against her mound, until she whimpered with her rising need and stretched her legs wider of her own will. He used his thumbs to expose her more fully, kissing her directly on the most sensitive spot.
She fell back on the pillows with a moan and gave herself up to his loving mouth. He pressed his tongue against her with firm little strokes, until she thought she’d go mad for release, but there was more. He slid one finger inside her, then another, and gently scissored them apart.
She would have flown off the bed but for Quinn easing his arousal into her. He lay his body upon hers as she screamed her ecstasy into his mouth. “Yes, Kate, yes, like that. Bend your knees, wrap your legs around my waist. Yes, darling, you are so good.” Her hips tipped upward and impossibly, improbably, he slid even more fully inside her.
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