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I enjoy his pleasure almost as much as my own, knowing from his gasps for air, from the way his hands seem to grab at me involuntarily, that whatever’s between us eclipses anything that’s come before it.
At last he rests his damp forehead on my shoulder, and somehow I find the energy to lift my hand to his head, my fingers tangling gently in his hair.
I hear him swallow, then speak. “Believ
e it or not, I had intended to take you on a date.”
I laugh. “I think I liked this better. We needed to get it out of our system.”
I feel his smile. “Don’t be ridiculous, Georgiana. I am far from done with you.”
Andrew
SATURDAY NIGHT (OR MAYBE SUNDAY MORNING—NOBODY’S LOOKING AT THE CLOCK)
The soft, feminine sigh woke him up. It took his brain a few seconds to register that Georgiana Watkins was curled against him. It took his body far less than that.
He didn’t know what time it was, only that at some point, after trying every sexual position they could think of, they’d fallen asleep, sweaty and sated.
And now…
He still wasn’t fully awake, but the lower half of him definitely was. Unable to resist, he opened his mouth against Georgiana’s warm neck, his thumb and forefinger closing around her nipple.
He smiled wickedly at her moan.
Now they were both awake.
His other hand slid over her ass, dipping between her legs. It was his turn to moan when he found her already wet and ready for him.
Andrew nudged her knees up toward her chest, so that she opened for him. He fully intended to slide into her from behind, ride her with her back pressed to his chest, but something stopped him. A need, not just for her body, but for her.
Instead, he dipped his head, brushing his lips against her shoulder before rolling her onto her back, easing her soft, warm body beneath his.
Andrew’s fingers brushed her hair from her face as he lowered his body atop hers, watching her face as he slid inside. Georgie sighed again, this time the sound sexy instead of sleepy.
They were as close as two people could be.
Neither said a word as he thrust in and out in slow, deliberate strokes, her arching to meet his body in perfect rhythm.
It shouldn’t be this good this soon. She shouldn’t feel both so familiar and so new. They shouldn’t know each other as well as they did.
It was too much. Too much, and yet not enough, and…
Her orgasm was fierce but silent, and he came seconds later, also silent, as though they were both terrified at what might be revealed by even the slightest noise.
Finally their bodies stilled, and he eased out of her before rolling them to their sides, pulling her against him, his arm heavy on her waist once more.
He fell back asleep, but he didn’t dream. No need. He was already living the dream.
Georgie
SUNDAY MORNING, PRE-BRUNCH
“I’ve got to say, Georgiana, I didn’t picture you as an early riser on weekends.”
I pause in the process of rifling through my panty drawer and turn to face him, hand holding the towel firmly around my chest so he doesn’t derail me from the getting-ready process again.
“That reminds me,” I say. “What do you do on weekends?”
