She had discovered this organ of arousal completely by accident when she was sixteen and had been washing herself in the bath.
But the arousal and heat generated by having Julian’s cock thrusting against that nubbin was unlike anything she had ever experienced before as it coursed throughout the whole of her body until she felt as if she would burst.
Then she did burst, in a kaleidoscope of colors and never-ending pleasure.
A release that rose higher, becoming more prolonged, when Julian also gave a cry, and she could feel the warmth of his release against her drawers.
Seconds later, he pulled back to look at her with obvious consternation.“Dear God… I have not done such a thing since my youth.I am so sorry.I should not have done that.”
Georgiana stared at him as he stood up, obviously uncomfortable in his clothing.
Her cheeks bloomed with heat at the realization it was their lovemaking that had caused this discomfort.
She shook her head, straightening her clothing as she also rose to her feet, her drawers feeling as uncomfortably damp as his.“You did not force me into returning your passion,” she chided.“Indeed, I believe I might have encouraged it.”
“That does not make it right.”
“It does not make it wrong either.”
“I am a married man?—”
“A married man whose wife has been missing for two years and is believed dead.”
“It is still wrong.”
“In whose eyes?”
“Mine!”he rasped.“I will not put you in a position where you can be denigrated and gossiped about by anyone.”
“I believe the method of my father’s death has already succeeded in doing that,” she dismissed wryly.
“All the more reason for me not to involve you in a yet more damaging scandal.”
“Does this mean you will not kiss or touch me again?”
“Yes.”
“Because your wife abandoned the marriage and there is no proof that she is dead?”
“Exactly,” he confirmed bleakly.
Georgiana studied Julian for several long seconds, taking note of the implacability of his expression, before coming to a decision.“Do you promise me once and for all that you had no hand in her disappearance or death?”
Julian glowered at her.“I do.”
“Stop glaring at me, Julian,” Georgiana dismissed.“It is a perfectly valid question to ask, given the circumstances.Now that you have answered it, we can move on.”
“Move on?”
“Yes, in that the two of us will have to either find the evidence that proves she is dead or locate Annabel herself, if she is not.”
“What the hell do you think I have been doing these past two years?”
She nodded.“And your fortitude in continuing to do so for so long is admirable.But you did not previously have my assistance in this matter.”Her expression, she hoped, was one of determination.“We will continue this search together, Julian, by first reviewing the reports in your possession sent to you from your agents you instructed to search for the duchess.Then by questioning the servants, who often see much more than we would wish them to.And,” she continued firmly when he would have spoken, “because I very much wish for you to kiss me again, more than kiss me, in fact, we must ensure that we prevail.”
CHAPTEREIGHT
Julian had never before met a woman as stubbornly determined as Georgiana.Not just stubborn, but single-minded in her endeavors.Once her mind was made up, it seemed there was absolutely no way of stopping her.
