“You like this sweetheart, when I touch you like this?” With gentle fingers, he nudged her plump folds, already slick with her feminine nectar, then hissed in a breath when, in lieu of replying, she loosed a tiny mew of need.
“Georgina,” he began, his voice hoarse, “kiss me while I pleasure you. I want to feast on your sweet mouth.”
She pressed her pelvis over his manhood, bringing her into perfect position for him to slip one finger into her hot, tight channel.
The moment their lips met, a violent shudder rolled through her—and his erection threatened to erupt.
He would laugh if he wasn’t at risk of unmanning himself. He would swear,swear,nothing like this had ever happened to him before her. “Can you…” he pleaded between kisses, “possibly…”
With her usual intuition, and never once breaking their kiss, she reached between them, her swift and nimble fingers finding and unfastening the buttons of his fall.
Made for me,he thought, with a surge of possessive satisfaction. His wife had been made for him, and him alone.
As she completed her task of unbuttoning and pulling back the fold of his pantaloons, as she tugged at his shirttails and wormed her elegant, silky fingers past the material to slide over his low belly, as their tongues danced into and out of each other’s mouths, he explored her, reveling in her heat, her heady responses, in bringing her ever closer to release.
“Wait,” he gritted out when he felt her fingertips brush his staff, then rolled with her on the cramped sofa, wedging her body between him the cushions. “Now hook your leg over my hip.”
She did.
He drew his head back to study her as his fingers played over her secrets, as her breath hitched and her body jerked.
“Now, my sweet. Let yourself go for me.” He pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “You have no idea how much you make me want you, how good you feel, how all your little noises and shivers drive me wild with need to sink myself into your heat.”
Before he’d finished speaking, the dam of her release broke.God, the sight of her, eyes glazed, lips parted, body shivering with pleasure…
“Beautiful,” he breathed, grasping his aching cock, and drove it into her.
Pleasure exploded through him. He kissed her. He couldn’tnotkiss her as he moved in her, impaling himself again and again in her tight, slick channel.
“Teddy, darling,” she choked, weaving her fingers into his hair, scoring his scalp with her nails.
He couldn’t speak. He was beyond words, beyond reason, lost in the cacophony of need and desire storming through him—for this woman.
“I love you,” she whispered against his lips. “I love you so much. So much.”
Then she threw her head back as her second climax took her—and pushed him over the edge into a vortex of ecstasy.
Chapter Twenty-One
Teddy wasn’t surehow much time had passed when the tall wall clock chimed once. He wasn’t even sure if the chime indicated half past one, two, or three, and he didn’t much care. Lying on the sofa, save for one of his legs crooked over the side, he and Georgina tangled in each other’s arms and still connected in the most intimate way possible, Teddy could only marvel at the turn his life had taken.
He’d been so bloody angry when he realized the cruel trick his family had played on him in the name ofhelping him. But if his family hadn’t dumped him at Bell Haven, he wouldn’t be here now.
“Darling, would you really have left me at my parents’ home, indefinitely, without coming to claim me?” he asked her.
“Mm?” she mumbled sleepily.
He drew his head back to look at her. She’d fallen asleep.
He brought a fingertip to brush one of her fringes of thick, springy dark lashes, delighted when she wrinkled her nose in reaction. He must sketch her, in this exact repose.
He studied her, committing her face, her loosened bodice, exposed stays and mouthwatering cleavage to memory. She was sodamnedsweet, so generous with her affection—and herbody. How had he earned such devotion, he wondered?
You must be the best, at everything, show no chink.
The words—his father’s—reverberated in his head, eminently unwelcome. He did not care for these flashbacks of his father.
Hisdrunkfather.
