Page 40 of Chasing the Earl

“About bloody time.” He grabbed Emmagene, pulling her across the aisle. Her skirts spilled across his lap as he turned her until she straddled him. Big hands, no gloves in sight, ran up the silk covering her legs. “You’re sure?”

“I am.” She brushed her lips against his. “Should we move across the aisle? I know you don’t care to sit on this side of the carriage.”

“I don’t mind as much with you on top of me.” His features softened as he cupped her face, slanting his mouth tenderly over hers. “Just like Peony, only I didn’t have to use strawberries.”

Huntly had shared with her the day he’d lured the skunk into trusting him with strawberries and apples. She didn’t care for the comparison, no matter how apt it might be. He’d been hurt and angry that day. Wounded, Emmagene had left him at the first opportunity. She vowed to never hurt him like that again.

Inhaling softly, he trailed his mouth along her jaw. “I could die from wanting you, Emmie. I’ve been so desperate I even considered conversing with Miss Cradditch to compel you to say yes.”

Emmagene bit his bottom lip. “You wouldn’t last more than a few minutes in her company before slumping over in complete boredom.” She took his hand and moved it further beneath her skirts, to the apex of her thighs.

“You’ve forgotten your underthings, Miss Stitch.”

“Observant. One of your best traits,” she whispered against his ear.

“Is all this wetness for me?” he rasped against the corner of her mouth before kissing her again with gentle urgency. “Are you sure, my love?”

My love.Emmagene had never thought to hear those words from any man, at least not sincerely. Never would she have guessed it would be Huntly who would make her believe them.

“I’ve never been surer of anything or anyone in my life, Henry Eldrick, Earl of Huntly.” Her throat refused to work for a moment. “I love you, Henry.” She kissed his cheek.

Reaching up, he rapped a large knuckle against the roof. “We’ve changed our mind about attending Lady Trent’s gathering this evening. Take us through the park. Slowly.”

Emmagene’s fingers fell to the front of his trousers, and she worked the buttons until his cock sprang free, warm and thick, into her hand. She eased him inside her, biting her lip to keep from crying out at the feel of him there.

He rocked his hips, holding her tight. “I love you, Emmagene Stitch.”