One Good Earl Deserves a Lover (The Rules of Scoundrels, #2)

by Sarah MacLean

Though he was coming to realize that there was nothing about Lady Philippa Marbury that was at all like other women. And he was willing to guarantee that it would be impossible to forget her.

bold, brilliant and not a little bit bizarre.

Pippa did not like the idea of relying on the promise of clarity. She wanted it now.

that's me!!!

He liked her. Shit.

“Men are uncomplicated, generally,” Sally said, all too sage. “They’re beasts when they want to be.” “Brute ones!” “Ah, so you understand.” Pippa tilted her head to one side. “I’ve read about them.” Sally nodded. “Erotic texts?” “The Book of Common Prayer. But perhaps you have an erotic text you could recommend?” And there it was—the end of his tether.

Somehow, this woman’s strange, wonderful brain worked in a way that he completely understood.

I want to be understood

“They think you lucky.” Her heart was pounding like mad. She was sure he could hear it. “I thought you didn’t believe in luck.” “I don’t.” Her voice was shaking. “If you did, would you call this lucky?” “I would call this torture.”

He fell to his knees.

She closed her eyes at the thought. Spectacles. There was nothing tempting about spectacles. She reached up to remove them. “No.” She stilled, her hand halfway to her face. “But—” “Leave them.” “They’re not—” she began. They’re not smoldering. They’re not seductive. “They’re perfect.”

He closed his eyes then, hands fisting again, and pressed his head back against the side of the desk, exposing the long column of his neck and his tightly clenched jaw. Her mouth went dry at the movement, at the way the tendons there bunched and rippled, and she was quite desperate to touch him.

this scene is TOO. MUCH.

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of him—of trouser against carpet as he crawled toward her, eyes narrow and filled with wicked, wonderful promise.

GET YOU A MAN THAT CRAWLS TOWARD YOUUU

She was always on a separate course from the rest of the universe—the planet that orbited in reverse, the sun that rose in the west.

You want me to teach you the things you should learn from him. You want my experience. My sin. My kiss. And not his.”

“He might have kissed you, love, but his kiss is nothing like mine, is it?”

“His kiss doesn’t make you cry out his name.”

My GOD this is too much

he could worship her from here, on his knees, for an eternity.

men on their knees >>>

She looked down at her lap, hands twisted in the white linen of her nightgown, and whispered, “You once told me that if Castleton hurt me, he wasn’t doing it right.” He stilled. “Yes.” She met his eyes. “You’re not doing it right.”

“That’s it, love … do nothing that doesn’t feel right. That doesn’t make you ache and want and need. Take your pleasure, gorgeous girl …”

SCREEEEEEE

But Pippa had come first. She always would.