Page 86 of Miss Wylde and the Wynd

“Good morning,” Georgie whispered.

Damian grinned. “I hope I did not awaken you.”

Georgie chuckled. “Did you think to seduce me in my sleep and have your way with me?”

“No. I want you fully awake.” He pressed against her so that she could feel the length of him.

She sucked in a breath and Damian took his time caressing and kissing her breasts, then skimming his fingers lower until he reached the apex of her thighs. Damian stroked and teased, not letting her find her release. Her moans grew louder and then she grasped his shoulders, her fingernails digging in as her hips lifted, searching for the release he intentionally held back.

“Please, Damian.”

He bit back a grin and sent her over the precipice. Georgie arched and cried out and when she finally settled, he joined her in one thrust. Her walls tightened around him, just as they had last night and it was all he could do not to let go but prolong and enjoy so that she could find her release again and with him.

When she tightened around him and her fingers once again bit into his shoulders, Damian let himself go just as she cried out and barely left her in time before he spilled his seed onto her stomach.

That may have been too close and as much as he would have loved to have been in her, Damian did not want to leave her with child.

As his heart slowed and he rolled away from her, Georgie turned her head and smiled at him.

“That was lovely.”

“Yes, it was,” he chuckled.

Oh, he was going to miss her when she was gone.

How could one aggravating, adorable, and desirable woman have wormed her way into his heart in only six days. Had it been six months or even six weeks, he would ask her to marry him, but only a fool married after knowing someone for so short a time, no matter how compatible they were as lovers.

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With reluctance, after Damian washed her belly, she rose and dressed for the day, then retrieved her watch from her satchel. They had left Liverpool fifteen hours ago, and depending on how quickly the steamship was able to travel, they could arrive in Greenock in nine hours or she might have another night with Damian.

As anxious as Georgie was to see Grace, her heart ached at knowing her time with Damian would soon come to an end.

She was not ready to be separated from him. She wanted more time. She needed more time and not just for intimacy, but…Oh, she wasn’t certain, but her heart ached with knowing how little time she had with Damian.

“Do you think someone will know where to find Fisher and Grace?” she asked Damian as he tied his cravat. She much preferred him in an open linen shirt and trousers, if he must be clothed.

Goodness, his body was magnificent.

“We will ask at the Chisholm Shipping office.”

“Oh, I hope it is that easy. I have already dragged you all over England and now into Scotland. I would hate to have come all this way and still need to search for Grace.”

Damian chuckled. “You did not drag me all over England. There are many parts that we did not visit, but I am not sorry for where we did travel.”

“You are just saying that because I allowed you to seduce me.”

“I believe you are the one who introduced the topic in the first place, but again, I have no complaints.” He then leaned in and kissed her.

“Nor do I.”

She stared into his blue eyes, wanting and needing things that she could never have. Nor should she. And, if she bothered to give any thought to her actions, she’d be shocked that she became the lover of a man she had known only five days.

There were words for women like her. None that she would repeat, but if anyone else learned, they would not hesitate to give her those unpleasant titles.

“Shall we see if there is any breakfast available in the galley?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered as her stomach grumbled.