Page 88 of Miss Wylde and the Wynd

“The pistons are irregular and there is hissing from valve joints.”

“Is the engine running too hot?” the captain demanded which caused Damian to become even more concerned. Given the stories he had heard of previous disasters, he did not want to be part of one.

“Not as of yet, but it is being monitored.”

“Keep me informed,” the captain insisted, before he continued his explanations and tour of the steamship.

By the time they were finished, not only was Damian anxious to return to Georgie because their time was limited, he was also certain that he was not yet ready to introduce steam powered ships into the Trade Wynd fleet.

However, when he did reach the cabin and stepped inside, he found Georgie curled on her side, the book open but face down on the bed and she was sound asleep.

Damian grinned. He had some excellent ideas for ways to wake her.

*

Georgie batted away the feathery touches along her cheek before her hand connected with flesh and her eyes flew open.

“Have you grown tired of my attentions already?” Damian asked. “You could have simply told me. A slap was not necessary.”

Georgie gasped and sat up, an apology on her lips when she realized that he was laughing.

“I did not hurt you?” she questioned.

“You barely tapped me,” Damian assured her before he placed his lips against hers.

Georgie returned his kiss, quite happy to be awakened for this purpose.

Damian broke the kiss then leaned back against the wall and pulled her onto his lap. Georgie gasped in surprise, but his lips were soon on hers again before she could react further, other than return his kiss.

His hand caressed up her side until he cupped her breast, a thumb brushing across a sensitive and erect nipple through her clothing, she noted his lengthening desire pressing against her leg as the temperature rose in the cabin.

As her nether regions began to ache, Georgie turned and straddled him so that she had better access to his lips, neck, shoulders…

Damian took that opportunity to bunch her skirts as his hands slid up her thighs and she nearly moaned as his fingers came near where she needed to be touched the most.

Except, he held back as he trailed kisses across her jaw and down her neck.

“What do you tease me so?”

Georgie could feel his smile against the pulse in her neck.

“Because it drives you mad, does it not?”

“It drives me to frustration,” she groaned.

Damian chuckled and caressed up her inner thigh as her aching need to be touch pulsated.

“Mr. Wynd,” a voice called right before there was pounding on the door.

George pulled back and looked at Damian.

He leaned forward and kissed her neck. “Maybe they will go away.”

“Mr. Wynd, are you in there?” the voice called as the man pounded on the door again.

George blew out a frustrated sigh and rolled away from Damian.

He rose from the bed, and cracked the door open just enough to see who had disturbed them.