Not. Yet.He ordered, and drew one shaking hand to her curls.
Georgina, for all her heady arousal, held her legs closed.
He needed to feel her. He had to. Had to learn her secrets, bring her to the brink as she had him.
“Please,” he begged. “Let me, sweetheart, let me touch you. I’m desperate to feel you.”
“It’s…it’s all wet,” she stuttered out, coaxing a huff of laughter from him.
“That’s good, sweetheart, as you very well know.”
“I…all right.”
He propped himself on one elbow to gaze down at her, losing himself in her quicksilver eyes, locked on him. Then he slid his fingers into her damp heat, parting her.
A low, helpless groan erupted from his throat at the satiny liquid and swollen flesh he found. Clenching his jaw against the fire of need threatening to consume him from the inside out, he sought out that one, sensitive bud.
Eyes never leaving hers, he grazed her lightly, circled her gently, teased her relentlessly, and gloried in the evidence of her heightening.
Her lips parted, her body jerked. “Teddy…Oh my God, please…I…” All at once, she reached for him, dragging him close as her hips and torso shuddered and bucked.
He reveled in the sight of her, the unbridled sounds she made, as her release crashed through her, not stopping his relentless pleasuring until she sobbed his name and her entire body went limp.
Then, he eased on top of her, drew his manhood to her core and fitted the tip to the entrance of her channel. Her flesh still quivered from her recent climax, urging him to plunge into her heat, but she was so tight. It had been two years since they’d been together, and then, likely, only the once. He must be gentle with her. Make it good.
He pushed inside her, moving as slowly as he could manage. “You feel so good,” he gritted out, marveling at how her passage hugged him like a custom-made glove. Pleasure riffled through him. It was all he could do not to sink himself to the hilt.
Pressing a tender kiss to her lips, he smoothed the hair back from her face and inched deeper still.
She made a soft sound of…he wasn’t sure.
But then, she shifted beneath him, that mere friction heralding a rapid-fire warning from his lips. “Darling, don’t. I—”
As if deaf to his pleas, she shifted again and he lost the battle with himself. His hips, as if they had a life of their own, surged forward—right past the fragile membrane of her sex.
Chapter Eighteen
“Georgina, what thebloody hell,” Teddy choked. Aside from shivers racking his body, he held himself perfectly still.
It helped to ease the sting between her legs.
“I…are you angry?” He certainly sounded angry.
He huffed out a laugh that was almost a sob. “Not at the moment.”
Profound relief left her weak. After the way he’d made her feel, washing her, kissing her, touching her so intimately, she couldn’t bear the thought of anything coming between them. Not now. Not tonight.
He began to ease himself out of her, very slowly, breath hissing between his teeth. “Give me a moment,” he muttered hoarsely, “and we can talk.”
She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. He was going to stop. If he did, who was to say he’d ever want to make love with her again? Later, there would be repercussions, but surely now the damage was done. “No.”
His body began to shake, as if with a fever. “No? What are you saying, Georgina? I’m in no mood for guessing games.”
“Don’t stop, Teddy. Please, make love to me.” As she spoke, shetightened her arms around his neck, hoping to hold him to her a little while longer.
He uttered a low groan and pressed his forehead into hers. “Darling girl, there is nothing in this world I want more. But, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she assured him. “You’re not.” She was only half lying. She felt full, wonderfully full, and wonderfully close. And truly, the first shock of pain had already subsided.
