How about a steamy excerpt from To Tame a Highland Earl? She gave a halfhearted push, then slumped in his arms. “Did I misread things? Miss Crenshaw?” His chest tightened. “Do you love Somerset?” “Don’t be an idiot,” she said through tears. “I am a man,” he said. “We’re all idiots when it comes to women.” “Yes, you are,” she readily agreed. Erroll’s chest relaxed a fraction. “Do you want to tell me what is the matter?” “You,” she said through a sniffle. “You are what is the matter. You’ve ruined everything.” “Yes,” he agreed with a sigh, “I suppose I have.” She looked up at him. Confusion washed across her features, then her eyes widened. Erroll knew exactly how she felt and lowered his head. When their mouths touched, she gave a small gasp. Her scent enveloped him and a jolt of lust drew his bollocks so tight his breath caught. The compulsion to toss her on the bed, yank up her skirt and thrust into her with all his might startled him. He froze, uncertain for a terrible instant if he would be able to resist doing just that. Then she leaned into him. Erroll urged her back until they fell onto the bed. They landed, him on top, and her curves accepted his body as if they were one. She gripped his shoulders, but didn’t push him away and Erroll ruthlessly pressed his advantage, seaming her mouth with his tongue. Her lips parted and he thrust inside with quick stabs. Slowly, her arms slid around his shoulders as Erroll slanted his mouth over hers again and again, so hungry for her he feared it wasn’t possible to get enough. Did she want him as much as he wanted her? She moaned and the sound reverberated through him like a shock wave. He had to touch her. Erroll flattened a hand on her ribs and slid upward until the side of his hand encountered the edge of her breast. His cock thickened as he molded his fingers to the curve of soft flesh and grazed the stiff nipple. She drew in a sharp breath and jerked so that his erection settled more snugly against the firm flesh of her pelvis. Blood roared through his ears. Erroll kissed his way along her cheek to her ear and gently nibbled on her lobe. She gave a small cry and lust growled in warning that it would devour him—and her. “Eve,” he whispered, and again nipped gently at her ear. She speared one hand through his hair and tightened her fingers. She wanted him, and by God he would oblige until he couldn’t think straight—and then some. “My lord,” she said in a half gasp. “Sir, please, I-I—” Erroll froze as if he’d been doused in ice water. It wasn’t Rushton, but my lord, and sir. “Love, it’s all right.” “We cannot,” she said. “Oscar—Holy God, Grace.” Erroll wished Miss Grace Crenshaw far, far away. He pushed himself up and looked down at Eve. She swallowed and Erroll felt another hard pulse in his cock when her slim throat contracted. “You might, marry my sister.” “No, I will not.” he said, with vehemence. “Do you deny you want me?” “I…I am not made of stone.” But he certainly was, or a part of him was, anyway, and that part was ravenous. “If you should end up married to Grace, I would never be able to face her,” Eve said in a whisper. “Is that all that stands in our way?” he demanded. He would solve that problem this instant with Captain Mercantile officiating their marriage. She hesitated, then pursed her lips. “Contrary to gossip, I do not spread my legs for every man who asks it.” “Of course not. Anyone who would think such a thing—” Erroll stared down at her. “Halifax did not by chance imply that?” Her cheeks turned pink. Erroll cursed. He shoved off her, and pulled her to her feet. “One can only hope that my aim was sufficiently accurate to put an end to his miserable life.” He gave her a critical look. “Put your dress to rights, madam.” She looked down at where one breast was bared to the nipple. Her head snapped up, but Erroll kept his gaze fixed on the perfect pink bud. She whirled and pulled her dress up. Erroll envisioned the bodice sliding up over the nipple, and his mouth went dry. When she faced him, the fabric was once again molded to the full mounds with exquisite perfection. There would be no sleep tonight—or any night to come if he didn’t do something about the situation. Erroll crossed to the door, opened it, then paused. “By the by, Eve, I will shoot the next man who implies you spread your legs for any man who asks.” Her mouth fell open in surprise and he closed the door behind him.
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