Page 93 of The Mistletoe Dare

“I’m glad the guest rooms are on the opposite side of the castle to the family’s quarters,” he said, nipping at her ear.

“Why’s that?” Georgie asked nonchalantly.

“You know very well why,” he said, smirking now. “I love the way you scream my name to the rafters, my love, but I very much doubt your father wants to hear it.”

“I’ll try to be quiet,” she said, trying to look demure.

“Don’t bother,” he said, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. “We’re far enough away and the walls are three feet thick, though I may look upon it as a challenge.” He set her down and pushed off his trousers and small clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

“Is that right?” she said, gasping as he climbed over her and cupped her breasts, suckling each in turn.

“It is,” he agreed. “Though I’m worn out after all that eating and drinking and merry making. I think you ought to do all the work.”

He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, making Georgie shriek. She laughed, righting herself and torturing him as she straddled his hips and settled against his arousal, pressing close. He groaned, a deep sound that rumbled pleasantly through her.

“Take me inside you, Georgie,” he begged her, his big, warm hands roaming over her, caressing her.

Georgie slid against him, ignoring his demand for now, enjoying the slick slide of his hot flesh against hers.

“That’s cruel,” he said, canting his hips up for more.

Georgie leaned over him, gasping as the hair on his chest rasped against her sensitive nipples. She kissed him, slow and deep, still sliding her sex back and forth over him in languid, undulating motions designed to drive him insane.

He grasped her hips, pulling her harder against him as he nudged his hips upwards, seeking entry.

“Please,” he groaned. “Please.”

“Well, as you asked so nicely,” she whispered, and raised herself up.

He thrust into her, so hard and deep that she saw stars. She clutched at his shoulders, holding on tight as he moved faster and harder. Georgie closed her eyes, throwing her head back, letting him pleasure her until her body gathered, tightening, the pleasure rippling through her. She cried out, shouting his name as he’d wanted her to, scaring the bats no doubt and sending them flying into the night as she was flung into the heavens. Gradually her breathing quieted, and she opened her eyes, staring down at him.

“Again,” he demanded, knowing she could and would.

He was still this time, letting her do the work, taking him inside her deep and increasingly slow until he was panting, his hands clutching at her hips as though he held on for dear life. She loved to watch him this way, at her mercy, until he couldn’t take any more. Soon, he was going to break—

“Enough,” he gritted out, turning her onto her back, pinning her hands to the mattress. “Wicked girl,” he murmured, nipping at her ear.

Georgie laughed and kissed him, holding him close as he loved her.

“Again,” he told her, his voice firm.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh… yes.”

She clung to him, holding her breath as the peak glittered ahead. His powerful body was hard, every muscle taut, his skin sheened with sweat as he began to shudder and jerk, spilling his seed inside her with a harsh cry of pleasure. It was enough to tip her over the edge, and she laughed with the joy of it, holding on tight until every last glorious shiver was done, leaving them boneless and sated.

He rolled to the side, taking her with him, still breathing hard, and they lay together in contented silence.

“What happened to the mistletoe?” he asked, once he’d got his breath back.

Georgie sat up and looked about them and then shifted to one side to discover she was sitting on it.

“It’s a bit the worse for wear,” she said with a grin, holding the mangled bit of green up to show him.

Rochford took it and snorted, setting it down on the bedside table. “Plenty more where that came from,” he said, reaching down and pulling out an enormous bouquet of mistletoe from under the bed, tied with a big red ribbon.

Georgie burst out laughing. “What did you get all that for?”

He shrugged. “A fellow likes insurance.”