Molten fire dropped low in her belly, and sweat beaded on her brow. The earl’s mouth was too filthy! Yet…God, the desire coursing through her veins felt unspeakable. Did he even realize he called her wife still? Something dark and wanton twisted tightly, low in her belly, drawing her taut like a bowstring. He stooped before her and slipped one hand beneath her dress.Oh God!Sensual weakness assailed Georgianna, and she leaned back against the fountain, uncaring it dug into the tender flesh of her hips. She trembled and bit into her lower lip as he stroked his hands over her calves, over her knees, and up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Daniel unhooked her skirts, the small wire bustle, and removed her clothes. Only her ragged breathing and the rustle of his movements punctuated the space. Soon she was naked, and she surged forward to push his jacket from his shoulders, her fingers trembling when he tugged at his neckcloth.
He laid his jacket on the ground, dragged her up against his body almost violently, and caught her mouth with his. Yet his kiss was deep and tender…and perhaps a bit desperate.
She slid her hands over his muscled chest, reveling in the rippling strength underneath her palms. A knot of mingled grief and pain tightened her throat. Her eyes were damp with tears and her heart ached with regret. Kissing him, sucking on his tongue, and hitching her lips around his hips, allowing him to bear her down onto the jacket on the grass felt like a decadent, unsavory delight. A dark, hot lust slid through her veins, slow and heavy, and she trembled under its intensity.
How wonderful it would be to be your lover always…your wife and friend.
That thought was dragged from a place where she buried all her unfulfilled longings. There wasn’t any chance she would ever be of equal consequences with anyone he could marry, but for a desperate, agonizing moment she allowed for the dream that it might be real. She allowed that dream closer into her heart, holding it there for the most precious moments before she released it, feeling the raw burn of tears in her eyes. Georgianna poured her love and longing into their kiss, surrendering for one more night, before she would disappear from his life like a thief in the night.
Chapter Twenty-One
Daniel broke their hungry kiss, their ragged breaths puffing against each other’s lips. Very gently, he stroked her swollen lip with his thumb. “I want to feel these lips on my cock. And you sitting atop me, riding my tongue.”
Her mouth lifted at one corner, a wicked little smile of lust and anticipation. That she would explore this wanton heat between them with no fear or hesitation squeezed his heart. There was so much he wanted to say to Georgianna, but the words would not form. He took her lips, at first hungry and demanding, then gentle, for the need to worship her burned through him. He made love to her mouth for endless seconds before he feathered his kiss down. He nuzzled her collarbone and soft whimpers of need escaped her as he bit at her throat…right above her fluttering pulse.
“Daniel,” she whispered.
He arched her to him, seized her nipple between his teeth before laving the sensitive flesh with his tongue. Her ragged moan settled along Daniel’s cock like a kiss of pleasure. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching and pleasuring her. His lover touched him all over, eager to explore him as he did her. Her fingers coasted over his shoulders to his buttocks, where she squeezed. Pleasure rushed through his veins in a fiery burn, and with a ragged groan, he lowered himself down to her splayed thighs.
“Such a lush, pretty pink pussy…and already wet for me.”
“You’re the devil,” she whispered, looking scandalized.
“My words made you wetter, hmm?”
A choked sound came from her, which tapered into a small scream when he licked her soft folds, pressing his tongue against her clitoris before sucking that nub into his mouth. She arched against him, her fingers gripping his hair. His lover tasted like heaven. Her breath came in shuddering gasps, and she murmured his name, her tone strained and desperate. He slid his hand underneath her bottom and pulled her onto his mouth, licking and teasing until she unraveled with a cry. She sobbed his name, undulated her hips, whispers and hoarse cries ripping from her throat, yet he never released her from under the lash of his tongue. He showed her no mercy, driving her to climax three more times before he rose over her body.
Daniel’s heart raced, and urgent desire coiled in his gut. He reached between their bodies, fisted his cock, and pressed it against her sex. A noise of pleasure broke from her throat. Hot, drowning pleasure gripped him when he started to push his cock into her quim. He held her gaze as he entered her slowly. She raised trembling fingers and touched his mouth. That small caress was scarcely a breath of sensation, yet it pierced his heart like a well-aimed arrow with feelings of tenderness and affection and something so profound, it felt unknown.
Georgianna was hot and wet and so damn tight, sweat beaded on his forehead. She shifted her legs, twining one around his hips and the other around his thigh. He withdrew so that only the tip of his cock nudged her snug entrance, and then he plunged. Her soft cry mirrored his deep groan.
“You’re stretched so tight around me,” he murmured.
Her nails dug into his shoulders before her hands crept around his nape and tugged him toward her raised mouth. A deep ache of want filled Daniel’s soul. He kissed her with an almost violent passion, slipped one of his arms under her and gripped her buttocks, snapping his hips in a driving rhythm. His tongue glided sensually with hers, a provocative mimicry of how he rode atop her.
She clutched his shoulders helplessly, kissing him with torrid passion as he thrust into her clenching core with almost mindless fervor. He became lost in her scent, taste, and the feel of her beneath him. The need to release pulsed inside him, and Daniel snaked a hand between them and pinched her clitoris between his fingers. She clamped down on his cock so tightly, he groaned at the exquisite sensation.
“Daniel,” she gasped against his throat, shaking as her release bathed his cock with wetness.
He rode her through her convulsions of pleasure, and soon he found his release deep within her body. For a beat, they lay unmoving, then he dipped his head and pressed the softest of kisses at the corner of her lips. They stayed like that for several moments until their breathing eased and her shivering stopped.
The distant sound of music and laughter reached them, and he gently eased from her body, assisting her to stand. They spoke no words as they helped each other to dress. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders, and when he tried to put it up, she laughed. The sound was shaky and throbbed with emotions he could not decipher.
Something tender and shockingly vulnerable settled on her face. “I shall slip inside through the side door leading to the music room. No one will see me.”
He lightly fingered a loose tendril of hair on her cheek. “Go in my chambers—I will be up soon. We need to talk, and our night of loving is far from over.”
Pleasure lit her expressive face before her expression shuttered. Georgianna stared at him for several moments, her throat working visibly to swallow. The pale moonlight illuminated the uncertainty etched on her lovely face. She pressed her mouth on the underside of his jaw, closing her eyes. Daniel felt the weight of that soft kiss, the minute tremble in the fingers that touched his jaw. Another whisper of a kiss feathered over his cheek, and he closed his eyes against the sensations.
“Georgianna?” he asked gruffly, not understanding why his heart jerked or what it was she silently communicated.
There is something. Daniel could feel the shifting tension invading her body. She let out another soft breath, almost a moan, yet it sounded pained. Something dark and hollow twisted inside his chest. They stayed pressed together for a beat, then she turned from him, nimbly slipping away into the darkness.
…
Grave matters such as a marriage alliance could not wait until the respectable morning hours, not when he might change his mind. Aware of the taste of his lover still in his mouth, Daniel stood a respectable distance away, annoyed that he would not deal with this nonsense.
