Oh God.
“Slow and deep it will be,” he murmured against her lips. “But first I am going to lick and tease your pussy until you scream and unravel,” he added in a lower, huskier tone.
It felt like fire dropped into her belly at the rough, carnal promise.What is my pussy?Even without knowing full well of what he promised, a hot, devasting hunger surged through her body.
He pushed from the bed, unknotting the towel at his waist so it fell to the ground in a soft whisper.
The thick sight of his manhood almost strangled her breath. “Sir!” she gasped, desperately looking above his navel. Georgianna scrambled to her knees. “Wait…I…good lord!”
She had never seen a naked man before. And he was…Oh, my heavens, he is splendid and dangerously virile!
“Bonnie…or is it Delilah?” he drawled, prowling closer, every languid step revealing a man confident in his raw masculine appeal and sensuality.
“You do not even know who I am,” she gasped, shock stiffening every line of her body. She slammed her eyes shut.Of course he would not who I am, and how mortifying that he should make me feel so much and easily fall for his wicked ravishment!
She throbbed and ached everywhere, but especially in that secret place between her legs. Georgianna was repulsed by the ease of her ensnarement and captivated by the whispers of pleasure that still wreaked havoc with her body. The duality of those feelings clashed through her with awful force. She rushed from the bed, almost stumbling in her haste. “I am not who you think I am, sir, I—”
The door opened, the tinkling laughter following that sound abruptly stopping. “Daniel!”
That cry pulled a groan of distress from Georgianna’s throat.
Oh, please, this is not happening.
How could she have allowed herself to be swept away by a kiss from a stranger? The gentleman glanced over his shoulder at the three ladies who stood in the doorway in sheer peignoirs that revealed more than they covered. Then he looked back at her, his eyes gleaming with dark humor.
He pressed a palm to his chest, unabashed that he was naked before so many.
“A case of mistaken identity, I see. A pity you are not whom I believed you to be.”
Someone sucked in a harsh breath at his evident regret. That lady Georgianna recognized as Viscountess Johanna Wimpole, and suddenly she knew that this man…who had watched her from the shadows of the deck earlier and now almost ravished her, was the Earl of Stannis.
Oh God.
Her sister’s warning echoed in her thoughts.
“He is a rake, a despoiler of innocents, and ladies even knowing this seem to willingly fall at the man’s feet. It is most absurd!”
“I…my lord…I…” Georgianna’s throat closed over the words bubbling inside. What was she to say? The situation was mortifying.
Lady Wimpole rushed forward; her hand lifted to slap Georgianna. The earl grabbed that slim hand in an implacable clasp, the humor leaking from his eyes, an indifferent expression settling on his face.
“What do you think you are doing?” he asked with chilling civility.
The dangerous softness to his tone caused her heart to lurch, though his question was not directed at her. She belatedly realized he had stopped his mistress from assaulting her, but Georgianna could offer no words of gratitude. She only wanted to escape this embarrassing situation.
“Who is she and why do you defend her?” the viscountess gasped, pretty tears pooling in her eyes. “Am I not allowed to vent my anger on this upstart?”
“If you had slapped her, I would have repaid you in kind for your meanness,” the earl said, his voice soft yet edged with steel.
The shock of those words settled into the room, and the viscountess stared up at him with large eyes.
“Leave,” he clipped without looking at her, still holding his mistress’s gaze.
Georgianna did not wait to see any more but skirted around them and the two ladies who still hovered in the doorway. Rushing from the cabin, she realized he had planned a tryst with three ladies at once.
The wicked libertine!
And to think she had acted against her good senses and allowed such liberties. Mortification burning through her, she hastened to the other side of the yacht where the staff cabins were located. Thankfully she had been given a small berth to herself, and she went inside, closed the door, and leaned against it. Georgianna lifted shaking fingers to her lips. They were tender…and still tasted like whiskey and strawberries and something else unknown to her senses.
