Hunger for her clawed through him. “Kiss me,straddleme,” he ordered in a gruff voice. Unwilling, or perhaps, unable to wait for her compliance, he cupped her crown, drew her face to his, feasting on her lush mouth as he wrapped his free arm around her waist and dragged her close, guiding her legs to bracket his hips.
She clung to him, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers weaving into his hair.
“Yes, darling, touch me,” he pleaded against her lips.
A whimper of need sounded in her throat and it was like pouring kerosene on the already blazing fire of need consuming him from the inside out. She intoxicated him. Thrilled his senses. He would never get enough of her.
His harsh breaths filled the cab as he shifted on the bench, wedging his hand between them to fumble with the fall of his pantaloons and shove at his briefs. Next, he tore at the buttons of her overlarge pantaloons, folding back the fabric guarding her secrets.
Then, hand shaking, he eased his fingers into her damp heat—and nearly came. She was hot and slick, and at the first brush of his fingertip, her hips arched in heady invitation.
He slipped one finger into her tight, scalding channel, circling her delicate clitoris with his thumb as his entire body shivered with violent arousal.
Above him, she quivered and gasped. She tugged at his hair and scored his scalp and drove him to the edge of his control—then past it.
“I…can’t…wait,” he choked, guiding himself to her apex, and drove himself into her.Blood of the saints.Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain flooded his senses. Again, and again, he took her, each gasping breath hissing through his teeth when she tilted her hipsto take him deeper, and deeper still.
Nothing had ever felt so good, so right, as Georgina, her tight channel, squeezing him, her lips feathering the sweetest kisses over his cheeks, his jaw, his mouth.
“I want you, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything in my life. My body craves yours, like a drug, like air. Tell me you’re mine, sweetheart.Tell me.”
“I’m yours,” she choked, “always.” Then, she threw back her head, and her release broke.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he all but sobbed, thrusting into her, harder, deeper, as she clutched at him, her body shuddering with the force of her climax.
Though it cost him, he eked every last bit of pleasure from her. When her body went limp, with the tiny muscles in her channel yet pulsing, he growled, “Look at me.”
She gazed at him through heavy-lidded, passion-dazed, liquid-silver eyes, cradled his face in her hands, and like the siren she was, called forth his climax. It crashed through him like a tidal wave of epic proportions.
Afterward, more replete than he’d ever known, he slumped on the bench, Georgina cradled in his arms, his staff still buried inside her.
“Teddy?” she prodded softly.
“Yes?” he murmured, eyes closed. He couldn’t muster the strength to open them.
“The carriage. It’s stopped before my parents’ townhouse. If we do not emerge soon, someone is bound to come investigate.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
“Oh, that isa shame,” he drawled, meaning every word.
With a heavy sigh, he started the regrettable process of disengaging his body from hers, righting his pantaloons, and reconfiguring her disguise.
She gazed at him, adoration and wonder in her eyes as he buttoned her pantaloons, retucked her shirttails, pressed the pillow into her chest, and retrieved the discarded waistcoat from the floorboards.
“Teddy, are you…worried about speaking to my father?”
He snorted and eyed her askance. “Hardly. I’m looking forward to giving him a piece of my mind, not to mention the would-be suitor who thought to steal my goddess wife.”
Her eyes softened with pleasure. He did so love bringing her pleasure.
He slapped his hands on his thighs and surveyed her. All that was needed now was the beaver cap, and she could at least venture to her front door without drawing attention. He swiped up the hat and handed it to her.
She swiped up her hair and pulled the cap onto her head.
“Shall we?” he asked, reaching for the carriage door handle.
Georgina nodded.
