Page 95 of The Virgin Who Humbled Lord Haslemere
Another one of the wicked grins Georgiana had come to love drifted over his lips. “If I could, I’d spend every morning with you in just this way, making you squirm and cry out for me.”
But he couldn’t spend every morning thus, and neither could she, no matter how much she might want to. The thought cast a dim cloud over her pleasure, but Georgiana pushed it aside before it obliterated all the beauty of theirtime together.
Instead, she let her teeth sink into her lower lip as she slid her hands down his muscular back toward the tempting curves of his arse. “I like makingyoucry out for me, too.”
“Oh?” A grin quirked his lips. “Is that so, Miss Harley?”
“It is.” Georgiana let her fingers wander under the waistband of his breeches and squeeze.
He gave her a scandalized look. “Did you justpinchmy arse?”
A very uncharacteristic giggle slipped from her lips. “If I did, it’s your own fault.”
“I beg your pardon, madam. How it ismyfault?”
“If you didn’t wear such tight breeches your, er…the back of you wouldn’t be as likely to catch a lady’s attention.”
He stared down at her for a moment, mouth hanging open, then threw his head back in a laugh. “Are you saying you’ve been sneaking peeks at my arse?”
“Well, notjustthat.” Georgiana moved her hands to the front of his breeches and slipped loose one of the buttons of his falls. “Your legs, too.”
His eyes widened as she slid the other button free. “That’s not very…ladylike of you.”
“Is that a complaint, my lord?” Georgiana stroked her palm over the hard plane of his stomach, inching lower with every caress.
His breath caught, and he swallowed. “No.”
“No, I rather thought not.” She might not know much about a gentleman’s anatomy still, but she knew a great deal more than she had last night, and she knew he was aroused, both by the flush of color high on his cheekbones, and, more importantly, the hard length rising from the crumpled fabricof his falls.
Georgiana teased her fingertips around the waistband of his breeches. They slipped off easily when she gave them a little tug. “There.That’s better.”
“Better for what? Do you intend to ravish me, Miss Harley?”
“It crossed my mind, yes.” Georgiana let her fingers drift over the narrow trail of dark hair lowon his belly.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Without warning Benedict grabbed her around the waist, tumbled onto his back and dragged her on top of him. His fingers closed on the hem of her shift, and with a quick flick of his wrist he tugged it over her head. “Come here, love, your thighs on either side of my…yes,” he hissed, when he had her straddling his hips.
Georgiana squirmed on top of him, already breathless. He’d hardly touched her yet, but the delicious pressure was already building in her belly again.“Benedict, I—”
She broke off with a choked gasp as he reached between her thighs to stroke the eager bud hidden in her damp folds. His dark gaze never left her face as he circled and teased, harsh breaths tearing from his chest. “God, look at you. Your hair wild, lips swollen, that flush on your cheeks. I could watchyou like this…”
Forever.
He didn’t say it, and Georgiana pretended the word didn’t echo in her heart, all the louder for remaining unspoken. Instead she ran her hands over his shoulders and chest, a small smile curling her lips when a stroke of her fingertip around his nipple made him suck in a breath. “Take my cock in your hand, Georgiana.”
Georgiana lifted his rigid length from his taut stomach and gave him a leisurely stroke, her fingers caressing his shaft and cupping the head.
“Ah.” He jerked beneath her and grasped her hips. “Putit inside you.”
She raised herself to her knees and pressed the dripping head to her core. “I don’t know what—”
“Sink down onto me, love. Slowly.Yes…God, yes.”
Benedict was panting as she lowered herself onto him, her eyes widening as his stiff length eased inside her. “Oh, I…Benedict, I want…”
“You want to come, princess?” Benedict was trying not to move, to let her take him in as slowly as she needed, but he was biting his lip, his hips twitching with the effort to remain still. “Just a little more. Slowly…you’re so wet, Georgiana. I can feel how much you want me.”
Oh, she did. Shedidwant him, so much her knees were shaking as she took him in, her body softening around him as he filled the empty place inside her until at last, at last she’d taken all of him.
