He shrugged into his banyan, ushered out a quick, “I’ll return shortly,” and was on his way to her chamber. Fortunately, it was quick to retrieve the box with heritem.He worked to control his breathing during the journey there and back. That was about all that was within his ability. There was no hope for the clamoring in his chest. His heart was spinning around like an out-of-control top.
He shouldn’t be nervous. She was the one about to be on display. Doing everything. He was merely the observer. So the nerves? It didn’t make any sense. But he would fight through it. Because this was happening.
He burst through his door and flicked it shut with his heel. And then nearly dropped the box—but fortunately didn’t—because his wife was naked on his bed, an absolute vision framed by the maroon curtains tied to the bedposts. Legs spread, with her fingers… He gulped, and a breath fled him, choppy and loud in the quiet of his chamber. Her beautiful fingers stilled and started to pull away.
“No!” The word burst from him. “Don’t youdarestop,” he growled.
He blinked. Where had that come from? His chest puffed out slightly. He had sounded quite beastly. He strode to the bed. Perhaps he could do this.
He tripped.
Or not.
The box flew onto the bed, dildo shooting out—thankfully landing on the soft bed linens and not the floor where it would have cracked into a million little pieces. Unfortunately, he couldn’t say the same for his head. Because his head cracked right into his bedpost. And holy Mother Mary, Joseph, and all Three Wise Men.Ouchhhhhh!
“Ohmygod, Fitz! Are you all right?”
“Yes,” he gritted out. He rested his forehead against the offending bed post, his shoulders sinking.
Why could he manage to do nothing even remotely well? Small, warm hands ran up his chest, his neck, coming to cup his face and pull it from where he was hiding behind the column of wood.
Georgiana brushed back his annoying curls, her gaze scanning his face. Her fingers brushed gently over his forehead, and he winced at the sharp throb, sucking in a breath. But then she coasted her thumb over his parted lips, andbloody hellher fingers smelled like woman. Like intimate woman. Like intimateGigi. He couldn’t stop himself—the hunger racing through his body too rampant, too uncontrolled. He pierced her with his gaze and sucked her thumb into his mouth. His eyes slid shut. He could taste her.Intimate Gigi.
His eyes opened, and he was greeted with lids falling heavy over pupils blown wide. Lust-filled green eyes. For him. She had undone her plait while he was gone, her blonde waves framing her rosy cheeks, cascading over her naked breasts, rose-pink nipples peeking out at him. She was lust kneeling before him in his bed. His for the taking.
And he was bloody damned well going to take it.
24
Georgiana
“Onyourback,”herhusband said. No.Demanded.
Georgiana could scarcely fathom where this commanding, confident man had come from, but…
She. Was. Reveling in it.
She wanted it all and then some.Please, sir, may I have some more?
She scrambled back on the bed until she collapsed, head on his pillows. He crawled over her, lean biceps flexing, jaw clenching. He lookedsavage. A wild dog crawling over his mate. Oh God, she was going to expire. Her core was liquid. Molten. She was nothing but melted wanting for this man. And she wanted to be spread all over her husband like butter. Bloody hell, she was cracked. But he was her adorable, blushing lobster, and one was supposed to butter a lobster. So…
He lowered to his forearms, and his heat surrounded her, banishing all quips of the crustacean variety. His head dipped to her neck, lips and tongue and teeth devoured her flesh, laving the hollow of her neck. She arched into him, her legs sliding up his thighs, desperate to find his cock, to have him sink deep inside her. But he lifted onto his knees, pulling what she wanted away from her.
“Touch yourself.” Another demand.
Her hands shot between her legs, and she picked up where she had left off. She was swollen, aching, painfully so. Walking in on him naked, having the time to leisurely admire his form earlier, had her wound tight. When she had been touching herself a few moments ago and he had walked through his door, she had been going so slowly, so softly. Because she had already beensoclose. And she refused to come without him watching. She wasn’t sure what it had taken him to make the request, but she was sure it hadn’t been easy for him. She was determined to give him the fantasy. Give them both the fantasy.
Tension flooded her body, her muscles quivering in a dance of clench and release. She was rapidly reaching that point again, the point where she was thrown into the abyss, the achingly devastating abyss. Pleasure coiled tight with each quick circle she made over herself. Because of Fitz’s tongue trailing up her neck. Because of his lips dancing over her ear. She moaned, purred, her hips thrusting into her fingers, completely out of her control.
“Oh God, Fitz,” she breathed. “I-I’m not going to make it much longer. I’m too close.”
He abruptly left her, and she cried out. But he was back just as quickly, his lips dragging over hers, cool ivory sliding down her stomach. She shivered, her breath shuddering against his lips.
“You,” he growled. “Are absolutely not going to come without me watching you-you”—he paused, drawing in a deep breath—“fuck yourself.”
Oh God.
He took her hand and brought it to her dildo, wrapping her fingers around it. He pushed off and sat back on his heels. He gripped her ankles and slid them up, so her knees bent and pointed to the ceiling. Her heart hammered a staccato rhythm in her chest. Because he moved her body like she was his puppet. And she wanted nothing more than to be his puppet. She was incredibly exposed like this. But where she should have felt embarrassment, there was nothing but exhilaration, adrenaline, coursing violently through her. Oh, she most definitely liked being watched.
