This was something else entirely.
When he finally pulled back, it wasn’t because he wanted to.
It was because they both needed to breathe. She could feel it in his tightly wound body. The tremor in his exhale.
He rested his forehead against hers, still holding her face, his breath ragged.
Her own chest was heaving, and she couldn’t quite suppress the smile that curled over her lips. “Well,” she whispered a little roughly. “I’d say you’ve exceeded expectations.”
Pembroke let out a shaky laugh, though his eyes still burned into hers.
“You’re impossible,” he muttered.
Her smile widened. “Not the first time I’ve heard that.” And then… “You are good at that.”
Both of his brows arched. “Just good?”
She rolled her eyes. “Very well. Excellent.”
Now she knew what all the girls had been giggling about. And Bea’s friend, whoever she was, was right.
And heaven help her. Georgie already wanted more.
Chapter Fourteen
Jason was still bracing one arm against the wall of the mews and breathing hard when Georgiana stepped around him. He turned his head to look at her.
She looked perfectly composed, damn her, though her lips were swollen and her cheeks flushed, while he…
Damn. He was completely undone.
That kiss had been?—
Hell.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d kissed a woman like that.
Couldn’t remember the last time a woman had kissed him like that.
She’d tasted faintly of tea and rebellion, her fingers curling into his hair, her body soft and hot against his.
And now…
Now he had a cockstand that would have done credit to a lad half his age and twice as foolish.
He wanted her.
God help him, he wanted her right here—against this wall, in the moonlight, her skirts bunched up in his fists?—
No.
He stopped himself with a low, rough exhale.
No. No.
Absolutely not.
He would never.
