Four years ago, he would have asked for her hand in marriage, would have confessed who he really was. Would she have accepted him? Of course, she would have. She would have been hurt that he hadn’t told her who he was from the start, but she would have been persuaded by his argument that anonymity had been a prize he hadn’t wanted to relinquish because it was as rare as hen’s teeth in his world.
‘Let’s not talk any more.’ She skimmed her hands along his waist and then along the rim of his boxers and felt the pulsing of his hardness tenting them.
‘You’re right, my darling,’ he growled. ‘We have far more important affairs of state to be getting on with.’
They fell onto the bed, their bodies slickly rubbing together, their hands finding familiar places to caress.
Georgie wriggled her way down, pushing him still with one hand flattened on his chest. She gently licked his nipple with the tip of her tongue and then teased a path with her tongue along his body, tasting the saltiness of his skin and the tightness of muscle and sinew. She ran her fingers lightly along his inner thighs and smiled at his sharp intake of breath.
When she took his bigness in her mouth and darted her tongue along the corded sheath, she wanted to pass out with desire and longing.
Abe had to grit his teeth to stop himself from a headlong rush into release. He looked at the dark cap of her hair as she teased him with her mouth and tongue and then, when he could no longer take the exquisite torture, he manoeuvred her supple body so that he could explore her wetness as she was exploring his hard arousal, so that they could feast on one another.
For Abe, he had the strangest sensation of coming home and he knew that that was because their relationship was on a completely different footing. She was now the mother of his child and as such occupied a special position, one that could be challenged by no one. Naturally that would account for this surge of pleasure and contentment.
He could feel her moving towards a climax. He teased her core with the tip of his tongue and felt its stiffness and the way she moved against his mouth, impatient and desperate for him to go further, to send her hurtling over the edge.
She was by no means alone in this. Never had he felt more aroused.
Oh, but how well he knew her body! Like muscle memory stirring after years of slumber and roaring back into life, he knew just how long to tease her until she was so close to coming that a single thrust was enough to send her over the edge.
He eased her off him and they rearranged themselves with the ease born of familiarity.
Fumbling to locate protection was an obstacle quickly surmounted and when he sank into her, her whole body welcomed him.
Georgie was hanging onto self-control by a thread and that first thrust and then his deeper, second thrust was sufficient to hijack all hope of anything lasting longer than five seconds.
Her orgasm sent her soaring into orbit. Her short nails dug into the small of his back as wave upon wave of pleasure tore through her and she could feel his own orgasm swelling inside her, which turned her on even more.
Her body, dormant for so long, burst into life with the explosive intensity of a dam bursting its banks.
His groan of satisfaction as he came was a blissful sound and when he collapsed onto her, she relished the slickness of his body, damp from exertion.
He rolled onto his side and looked at her with slumberous eyes, then he weaved his fingers through her short hair and smiled.
‘I should get dressed,’ he murmured. ‘My father is very much looking forward to meeting both you and his granddaughter and I have some work to plough through before Tilly and I leave.’
‘And I should head to my room, think about having a bath.’
‘I don’t think so,’ he drawled softly. ‘This is your suite now. My bed is now our bed, remember? The adjoining door between our suites can be opened so that we both have quick access to Tilly at any time during the day or night.’
Georgie closed her eyes. Their room, their bed...
The sharing of their lives started now because she suspected that their formal union would not be something hastily arranged. As a prince, he would have to have everything in place and that would take time, but in the interim they would be as good as married because she would be sharing his suite, sleeping with him, entering fully into this next phase in her life.
Where would it lead? A shiver of anticipation raced through her and she tried to stifle it because she knew that she would have to bring common sense to bear on this relationship, would have to temper any bursts of optimism that the love she felt might one day be returned with the reality of knowing that they were only here, only together like this, because of Tilly.
But still...
‘We’ll have to discuss...well, the formal stuff,’ she ventured, her voice calm and controlled and interested.
‘Royal protocol?’ He grinned.
‘I suppose so,’ Georgie said seriously.
‘Life is going to be a great deal less restricted than you imagine,’ he told her. ‘Tomorrow, I will give you the grand tour. You’ve seen a section of the palace. There is also a comprehensive gym and two swimming pools, one outdoor and one indoor. The main difference is that anything you want, you will get.’
‘That’s not necessarily a good thing,’ Georgie pointed out, ‘and it certainly isn’t for a toddler. Tilly will run rings around you if she senses that she can have whatever she wants.’
