He chuckled at the question. “No… and yes. It aches… for you.” He padded back to the bed and slid in beside her. “Now, where were we?”
Her lips had barely touched his when a high-pitched howl came from beyond the door. It was just like Norbert’s, but childlike enough that Harry knew it would tug at Georgie’s heartstrings. “Now Cuthbert’s sad.”
“Ignore him.” He pressed a kiss to her neck. “And he’ll go away.” He smoothed his hand over her hip while he nibbled her ear, and straightaway, his earthy vixen softly moaned her appreciation. “It’s time he selected one of the children as his master anyway, so this is the nudge he needed.”
“I think he’s already chosen his master.”
“Hush your mouth.” He silenced her with a kiss. Until Cuthbert howled again, louder, and she sat up, perturbed.
“If we leave him out there crying, he’s going to wake the children and then this…” She flapped a hand between their bodies. “Isn’t going to happen.”
Harry growled, because she was right, then heaved himself from the mattress again to go scoop the irritating puppy up. “You can come back in, but you are absolutely not watching!” He wagged his finger at him. “And that’s an order.”
Harry snatched a blanket from the bed and made Cuthbert a nest with it in the corner, then caged Cuthbert within it using the fire screen, nightstand, and his Royal Navy traveling trunk. “Now be quiet and go to sleep.” He wagged his finger again, trying to replicate Georgie’s stern expression whenever she effortlessly controlled her errant charges, and miraculously, the mad, miniature wolf curled up in a ball with a huff of defeat.
Harry dashed to the bed this time and practically fell on her. “I believe I was around here…” He nuzzled her ear again and she stretched like a cat, smiling as she ran her fingers through his hair and down his back.
“That’s nice.”
“Just nice?” He traced his finger along her jaw and down her neck, then followed it with his mouth. “Not a word an overachiever like me wants to hear when I am supposed to be outstanding.”
Her upper body arched as he caressed the curve of her breast, and then lazily around her nipple before he teased it with his tongue. It was gloriously sensitive, and as she always did when he touched her, she unconsciously demanded more. She branded him with a kiss so sinful, it made his body hum, and instinctively opened hers so that they were almost intimately joined, tilting her hips in invitation. When he ignored that to instead worship her other breast, she writhed beneath him in impatient frustration.
“Harry, please…” Her teeth nibbled at his lower lip as she reached between them to caress him. “Don’t make me wait. I ache for you too.” She wrapped her fingers around his erection, and it pulsed and twitched with need. “So much it hurts.”
Within seconds, and just from her unschooled touch, he was on the cusp. All it would have taken was a few more moments and he would be lost and they both deserved so much more than that. She, certainly, deserved nothing but the most thorough and satisfyingdeflowering he was capable of, so he reluctantly shifted to slow things down. But as she moaned her disgust at being thwarted, he kissed her lips as gently as he caressed the hot, slick, delicate skin between her damp curls.
Her body was ready, willing, and so responsive it shocked them both and she cried out as he stroked the tiny bud of nerves crowning her womanhood. “Nice?” he whispered in her ear as her legs fell wantonly open.
“Outstanding,” came her breathy response. “Please don’t stop.” So he didn’t, but he could not resist watching her as she discovered pleasure. Within moments, her eyes were closed and her arms flung back into her lovely hair. Her perfect breasts jutting with each sensual arch of her back; her puckered nipples begging to be kissed. She thrashed and moaned and bucked her hips against his hand. Completely without shame or embarrassment as she embraced every new sensation with enthusiastic wonder.
As her breath became choppy, she moaned, impatient. But there was a wariness there, too, which made her fight the mounting sensations, letting him know that not only was he the first to have her body, but he was also the first to bring it to a climax. Knowledge that was both humbling and beguiling and almost enough to send him over the edge.
“Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t, love.” He laced his free hand in hers and she gripped it hard, her breath beautifully erratic, and then, on a shuddering exhale, she finally let go, and she was radiant and untamed as her body pulsed beneath his fingers.
She smiled when her eyes finally opened a good minute later and she caught him staring. “That was…nice.” She tugged him by the hand upward and into her arms, then looped hers around his neckto kiss him. “But please don’t stop. I can see already that your noble streak is plaguing you and you are having ludicrous ideas of being a gentleman and leaving this at that.”
Harry chuckled because she was right. “There is still plenty we can do without me taking—” She swallowed that in a kiss.
“England expects every man to do his duty.”
“You are going to quote Nelson at me?” Lord, he loved her and her clever mind and sharp tongue. “Here. In bed.”
“Kiss me, Harry.”
So he did, grinning, because Georgie just made him smile and being with her was joyous. Within moments she was sighing again, and so was he as he edged his body slowly inside hers. She tensed briefly but refused to let him stop or apologize, preferring to kiss him instead as she wrapped her legs around him to anchor him in place.
He paused when he was buried to the hilt, every muscle straining, to give her time to adjust to intrusion, but again, she would have none of it. She undulated her hips in a way that tortured, yet he still tried to keep things slow as they began to move together, even though it physically hurt to hold everything back when she felt so good. But Georgie wanted everything and told him so. “Don’t stop” soon became “more,” “faster,” “deeper,” spurring him on and eliminating all reason.
She felt like home, which was an odd sensation to have when so consumed with passion, but there it was. She was petite and dainty and he was big and solid, yet they fit together as if by design. Intimate flesh caressing intimate flesh in a dance as old as time, both simultaneously tender and tumultuous, totally, utterly, divinely in sync, as if this was meant to be.
As natural as breathing.
As necessary as air.
He lost himself in her until he lost his mind. As the walls of her body began to pulse around his, he felt his own climax claw at his groin and he barely scraped enough wits together to withdraw as she had asked. A split second later white stars shattered behind his eyes and his body exploded. He called out her name over and over like a benediction and told her that he loved her and she clung to him with teary emotion.
