Page 55 of The Virgin Who Humbled Lord Haslemere
In an instant he was hard for her, every inch of him aching to get closer, to have more of her. Her mouth was eager but hesitant, her tongue stroking his before darting shyly away again, and the tease only served to arouse him further. “Georgiana,” he whispered through strangled breaths, sinking his hands into her hair to still her for his mouth. “Let me…giveme your mouth.”
He’d felt the tug of desire in his belly before, had kissed dozens of women before her, had taken them to his bed, but no woman had ever affected him as she did. He couldn’t get close enough to her, couldn’t take her mouth deeply enough, and passion madehim desperate.
“Come here, princess.” He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her into his lap, a strangled groan escaping his lips when she sank against him without a moment’s hesitation. She was trembling in his arms, butnot from fear.
Forhim. She was trembling for him.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he whispered against her lips. “Yes, like that. Dear God, Georgiana, you feel so…”
Perfect.
The slender curves of her hips in his hands, the soft swell of her breasts against his chest, her hair spilling from its pins, the wayward strands teasing the narrow strip of bare flesh between his gloves and his coat sleeves—such a tiny, fleeting caress—but enough to drag a helplessmoan from him.
Dear God, if another part of their bare bodies ever touched, itmight kill him.
“Is this what a mistress does? Shamelessly kisses her protector inhis carriage?”
Benedict could hear the smile in her voice, and his own lips curved in response.“It’s a start.”
Her fingernails stroked lightly over the back of his neck. “What else does she do?”
“Ngh,” Benedict said, his eyes sliding shut. How did she know just how to touch him? She was an innocent, he was certain of it, but her shy, eager caresses were driving him mad. He arched his neck, begging without words for more of those tiny kisses. “Nughh.”
She drew back, a shaky laugh slipping from her lips. “I didn’t quite understand you.”
“Are you teasing me, princess?” Benedict breathed, regaining his wits with an effort. God, he loved this playful side to her, all the more delicious because he’d never expected it. She was so serious most of the time, and kept such tight control over her emotions, but now she’d let herself go, she was revelingin her freedom.
He wanted to see her like this always, with that little smile on her lips, and desire turning her eyes a warm golden brown.
Benedict cupped her hips and dragged her closer, but resisted the temptation to thrust against her. He was as hard as iron, and he didn’t want to frighten her, but he kissed her everywhere. Her lips, over and over again. He pressed a tender kiss to her temple, then ran his tongue around the shell of her ear before sliding lower to nip and tease her earlobe, smiling when she gasped. Her hands twisted in his hair when he suckled at the tender skin of her throat, and she let out a soft cry when he buried his face between her neck and shoulder, sliding his lips over the sensitive arch there.
By the time they came to a stop, they were both panting. Grigg, bless him, had turned down a side street instead of pulling directly in front of the school, likely in an effort to keep Brixton from tearing Benedict limb from limb if he happened to lookout a window.
Still, he had to stop now, before he gave into the temptation to take her back to his townhouse and take her to his bed. Benedict forced himself to release her and set her back in her seat, then he had to resist the urge to drag her right back again. “I think you’d bettergo, Georgiana.”
She caught his hand in hers when he reached for the carriage door. “No, there’s no needto escort me.”
He frowned. “I’m not going to drop you off on the street, Georgiana.”
“It’s best this way. If Daniel sees you looking so disheveled, he’ll have your head.”
“Humph. I told you before. I’m not worriedabout Brixton.”
“Well,you should be.”
Benedict tweaked one of her loose curls. “What about you? You look disheveled, as well.”
“Yes, but my head is safe from Daniel.” She pressed one last quick kiss on his lips, then slid across the bench toward the door. Grigg was waiting to hand her out, but Benedict caught her elbow before she could slip away.
“Wait.” He held her gaze as he raised her hand to his lips and pressed a fervent kiss into her palm. Even in the dim moonlight, he could see a surge of color rush into her cheeks. “Goodnight, Georgiana.”
“Goodnight, my lord.”
Benedict waited until she reached the corner, then he leapt from the carriage to the street. “We can’t let a young lady wander about in the dark alone,can we, Grigg?”
Grigg grinned.“No, my lord.”
“No, no matter how stubborn she is about it. Wait for me here, Grigg. I’ll return in a moment, once I see Miss Harley makes it safely into the house.”
