Page 90 of The Virgin Who Humbled Lord Haslemere
He was magnificent. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to tear her eyes away from him. Until he moaned, that is, and her gaze flew to his face. “Is…is something wrong?”
“The way you’re looking at me.” His voice was hoarse, his dark eyes burning with heat. “It feels like my skin is on fire.”
Georgiana’s tongue crept out to touch the corner of her mouth as she reached out her hand and lay her palm flat against his ridged stomach. “You, ah, you do feel rather warm.”
Benedict took her wrist in his hand and slid her palm up his torso to the center of his chest. “Touchme, Georgiana.”
Georgiana dragged her hand slowly over his heated skin, caressing his shoulders, the strong column of his neck and his bare chest, mesmerized by the smooth skin under the sprinkling of dark red hair, the tickle of it against her palms.
He kept his gaze on her face as she stroked him, his lips parted, his burning eyes watching every shift in her expression until the edge of her thumb grazed his nipple. He sucked in a breath at her touch, his eyes squeezing closed.
“Benedict?” Georgiana snatched her hand away. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” He caught her hand in his and dragged it back to his chest. “Touch me there again.”
Georgiana did as he bid her, stroking her thumb lightly over his nipple once, then again. He let out a ragged moan, his throat and chest flushing and his nipple stiffening under the pad of her finger. She went on stroking him with both her hands on his chest, her thumbs tracing circles around each of his nipples.
“Yes,” he hissed when she scraped her fingernail over the rigidpeak. “Again.”
She hesitated, then did it again, catching her bottom lip in her teeth when his body jerked under her hands. Was this what he meant by driving him mad? “Does it…doesit feel good?”
Benedict’s eyes had gone dark and sleepy under heavy eyelids. “Let me show you.”
Georgiana gave a tiny nod, a soft sigh rising to her lips when Benedict caught her wrists and raised her arms over her head, then settled his big, warm hands on her sides, close to her breasts, but not yet touching.
“It feels like you’re pulling a string inside me here.” He lay a heavy palm on her lower belly. “It pulls tighter with every touch, an unbearable tension building inside you, so deliciously tight, Georgiana, until you become desperateto release it.”
He began touching her then, just a light stroke of his thumbs against her sides. Just that soft, simple touch was enough to make her breath catch, but then his thumbs were edging closer to her nipples, closer still, and they were already stiffening for him, achingfor his touch…
She cried out when it came at last, a quick caress, as light as a breath. Georgiana opened her mouth to beg for more, but before she could get the word out, Benedict’s hands were on her again, stroking and teasing, gentle at first, but relentless, and then firmer as she began to squirm under him. He circled and pinched her tender nipples until her back was arching to get closer to those wicked fingers. More, she needed more…
“Do you feel it, Georgiana? That knot, deep inside you?” His dark eyes glittered down at her. “So tight. It’s maddening, isn’t it? That’s why you’re squirming for me, princess—because you want me to soothe that ache.”
Georgiana was so lost in his touch and his wicked words she didn’t notice his hands had moved to the back of her gown to release her buttons until she felt the tantalizing slide of cool air across her skin and realized the bodice of her gown was now bunched around her waist.
Benedict drew back a little, sitting on his heels as he stared down at her, his gaze moving from her stiff nipples to her lips, then back to her eyes. “I’ve dreamed about you like this, Georgiana. I can see your nipples through your chemise. Such a dusky pink, and so hard for me.” He tweaked one, then squeezed it gently between his forefinger and thumb.
“Oh.” Georgiana gave a soft gasp as he did it again, pinching the turgid peak until she couldn’t liestill anymore.
“Yes,” he whispered when her head fell back. “You need more.”
It wasn’t a question, and he didn’t wait for an answer before he brought his mouth down to her breast, his lips closing around one stiff peak. Georgiana gasped again, her hands sinking into his hair as he licked at her nipple, quick, hard strokes with his tongue, his hot breath turning ragged as a moan brokefrom her lips.
She whimpered when he lifted his head, her fingers tightening in his hair to bring him backto her breasts.
“Shhh.” Benedict brushed a curl back from her forehead. “I want to make you feel good, Georgiana. Will you letme touch you?”
Georgiana, who’d nearly started weeping when hestoppedtouching her, gave him a dazed nod. “Yes. Please, Benedict.”
He brushed his lips over hers, then kissed his way down her neck, pausing to taste the hollow of her throat before he moved lower, his lips grazing her breasts. He sucked a tender peak into his mouth as he trailed his fingertips up her leg, dragging her skirtsup as he went.
Georgiana gasped when he touched the soft tuft of hair between her thighs. For long moments he simply stroked her there, letting his fingers drift through her curls until she grew restless for more of his touch, her legs parting as she squirmed against him. She caught her breath when he slipped a finger between her damp folds, delving gently, rolling his fingertip over the swollen nub and making her cry out.
“So wet. So hungry for me, Georgiana. You feel like warm silk.” A harsh moan fell from Benedict’s lips as he rubbed and circled and teased until she was slick from his wicked caresses. “Open your legs for me.”
In that moment, Georgiana couldn’t have refused him anything. She let her knees slide apart, arching her neck when he eased a long finger gently inside her as he continued to stroke her throbbing center. “Here, princess? Is this where you ache for me?”
“Yes.” Georgiana gripped his wrist, desperate to keep his teasing fingers where they were, the word nearly lost in her gasping breaths. “I…oh,please, Benedict.”
