The Lady and the Earl (Seabrook Family Saga) Read Online Free PDF

murmured, trying not to lean into his hand that
still stroked her face. The leaning happened anyway; she closed her eyes and
let the warmth of his hand on her cheek soothe her wounded soul.
    “Amelia, perhaps I should go.”
    Her eyes flew open, and she grabbed his hand, pulling it back to her
face. “No. Don’t go. I want to spend some time with you before I go to London,
and I don’t want to be alone.”
    “My dear, sweet, innocent girl, you don’t understand.” William’s eyes,
laced with sadness and smoldering heat, stared into hers. “I want you. It’s
terribly frustrating to want someone you can never have.”
    “Why can’t you have me? Why do you say never?”
    ***
    Dear God, did Amelia know what she had said? Did she know what she did
to him with her innocent question? William smiled to ease the situation. She
looked almost ready to cry. “Because I will never seduce an innocent, no matter
how much I want her.”
    “What if I told you I’m not so inno––”
    “Shhh.” His index finger touched her soft, full lips, and he
ignored the throbbing erection swelling painfully against his breeches. “Can’t
we just sit here and talk?”
    Amelia’s disappointment was evident in her eyes, and he swallowed hard.
    “Tell me about you brother,” she requested.
    Nothing like talking about his dead brother to curb his lust. At least
his erection didn’t hurt him anymore. “Geoffrey was two years older than me. We
were best friends growing up. He’d been a kind, intelligent man but a dreamer,
always a dreamer. I met Katherine, the daughter of a baron, first, though she
became his wife.” He smiled at the memory of meeting her for the first time and
falling in love right then and there. He shrugged. “I planned on asking her to
marry me when Geoffrey and Katherine announced their betrothal. Even though my
heart broke, I was happy for them.”
    Amelia placed her hand on his cheek. The warmth and compassion in her
eyes moved him. “I’m sorry. Your story sounds similar to my brothers Wentworth
and Sebastian and Emma. Emma is Wentworth’s wife. Sebastian thought he loved
her, too.”
    “Ahh, Lord Sebastian and I have something in common.”
    He saw her eyes drop to his lips. She could not mean to … then her lips
brushed his. Bloody hell, his resolve cracked. Before William’s conscience
could stop him, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her on top of his
body as he lay down on the soft grass. William felt Amelia’s body tense,
probably because he had shocked her with his amorous actions. Seconds later her
body relaxed down on top of his.
    Dear God, what had he ever done to deserve Amelia’s attentions? He
kissed her, his tongue licking its way into her moist, hot mouth. Their tongues
tangled as lovers. Amelia purred until he rolled them over, pinning her beneath
him. He proceeded to kiss his way down her neck and trailed his tongue across
the swell of her breasts. Amelia surprised him by grinding her hips against his
erection.
    William knew he should stop, but he had lost all reason. He pulled her
dress and chemise down over her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the open
air. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of them. Perfect round orbs
with pink nipples, nipples that pebbled, begging for his mouth.
    “My God, Amelia, you’re beautiful,” William murmured as he suckled one
nipple. One of his hands skimmed up inside her skirts. His hand found the
juncture of her thighs, stroking her moist curls through the slit of her
pantaloons.
    “William,” Amelia gasped, “you must stop.”
    Somehow her voice penetrated his mind, causing his body to tense in
shock at what he’d done. She was twenty, bloody hell, and he was eight-and-thirty.
He rolled off her and mumbled, “I’m sorry. Forgive me for losing myself.”
    Amelia quickly jumped to her feet. The whole time she stood there
righting her dress, she kept her eyes downcast. “It was my fault; I should