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That was said only because others were near, and she was embarrassed that they may guess what she and Damian were about.

“You will rest, my dear.” He leaned in again. “Eventually.”

Chapter Forty-Three

Damian immediately conjured ways to show Georgie pleasure from where he should kiss and touch, if she was in front of him, standing or kneeling, except that all fled his mind when she pressed him against the door and kissed him most thoroughly.

There would be no calculated seduction, but pleasure, shared and given, as it should be, as soon as he managed to have her clothing removed.

After grasping her skirt, he bunched it and kept pulling it up and he was just about to pull it from her body when the back of his fingers brushed against her damp curls. She was ready and if her moan was any indication, in need, so he set to pleasuring her as his mouth devoured hers. Only when she pulled away and arched as her fingers dug into his shoulders did he relent and allow her release, then quickly divested her of her gown, picked her up and deposited Georgie in the middle of the bed, still wearing her stocking and shoes. Those would not be removed as he admired the beautiful and passionate woman before him.

Damian could not get his boots and clothing off fast enough and then he closed the distance between them.

He assumed that Georgie had anticipated that he would take her because she opened her thighs further. Instead, he lifted her from the waist until they were seated then rolled on his back, bringing her over him.

Georgie’s eyes went wide and she stilled.

Damian’s hands slid up her thighs, his thumbs caressing her point of pleasure.

Georgie moaned.

“What do I do?” Her voice was breathless.

“Take me.”

“Take you?”

“Yes.”

She glanced down and must have realized what he had meant because she sank down on his manhood until she could go no further.

Damian nearly came off the bed and it was his turn to moan. However, when he looked up, meeting her eyes, they were filled with questions. Gently he grasped her hips and nudged her up, then down, and soon, Georgie was caught up in a rhythm that she controlled. With eyes closed and head back, she managed to find her own pleasure while providing him with the same, and he took the opportunity to caress her magnificent breasts until her breath hitched, and he knew she was near. Only then did he reach forward and touch her as soon as she climaxed, biting her bottom lip.

When she tightened around him, Damian nearly lost control and lifted her away, and feared he had not been done so in time. He hoped that none of his seed had been released inside of Georgie because that could bring about circumstances that…would see her returning to his side.

No. He wanted Georgie with him because she wanted to be and not because she did not want to bring a bastard child into the world. Therefore, he’d be even more careful than ever before. She’d already been ruined by a rogue, he wasn’t going to make it worse by leaving her with child.

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Georgie fell to her side and smiled.

Goodness!

Who would have thought that she could be the one in control of the pleasure.

She hadn’t really known what she was doing and went on instinct and it had been powerful.

How else might she pleasure him? What else was there to learn?

Would she have time to experience everything before she finally caught up to her sister?

Damian rolled to face her.

There was a softness in his blue eyes, especially when he tucked a curl behind her ear and his thumb caressed her cheek. In any other circumstance, it might have been seen as a gentle act of love, but they were only friends and that was all they could ever be.

Georgie shivered as her body cooled, surprised that she was chilled.

Damian pulled the blankets up so that she was covered then traced a line around her upper arm then across her bodice.