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Georgina arched in his direction without meaning to. “I told you before. When I thought you were listening to me and not looking at my bosom.”
“I was doing both.”
“It reminds me of the house my grandparents built. I spent quite a bit of time there until—until I came here. I was close to my grandmother. She died shortly after I married.” Another brush of his wide mouth over her shoulder. “Beechwood Court for some reason reminds me of her. I don’t know why.”
“Is that why you planted tulips?”
Georgina stilled, wondering how he knew about her attempts at gardening. “She loved tulips.” An entire field of tulips had surrounded Grandmother’s house in a cascade of color. Georgina had run through them when she’d been a child. “But along with painting and embroidery, I find I’m not very good at gardening.”
“You have your own talents, Georgina.” His forefinger traced the delicate line of her collarbone. “Lord Talbot has mentioned to me in the past that he wished he’d bought Beechwood Court when it was offered to him years ago.”
“Now he will have his opportunity.” First, his wife sends Georgina a copy of the book dictating everyone’s lineage in London. Now, he and Lady Talbot would enjoy her house. “As you probably have guessed, I don’t care for Lady Talbot nor her husband. I find Lord Talbot to be vile and free with his hands.
“Vile?” Leo’s big, calloused palms cupped her breasts. “No corset, Georgina?”
She trembled, instructing her legs to stop shaking. “I was in a bit of a rush. The dress doesn’t require it.”
“Ah.” He gently teased at the tips of her nipples.
Georgina had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud. She hadn’t imagined having him touch her like this would be so pleasurable. Certainly, Masterson had never touched her so. Oddly, Winbow hadn’t been overly interested in her bosom.
“Has he made advances on you?” There was a dark edge to the casually spoken words.
“What does it matter?” She gasped as one hand left her breast to skim down her stomach and gently cup her mound through the thin cotton of her chemise. “You aren’t much better, in my estimation. Please get on with it.”
“Georgina, the marker states I have your company for the night. I will take as long as I wish worshipping your magnificent breasts.” He pinched one of her nipples. “I can’t wait to have these little peaks between my lips.”
Her knees wobbled as his fingers gently traced her slit through the chemise.
“Georgie.” His tongue traced the outline of her ear while his fingers moved against her.
She exhaled softly at the sound of her name, shortened into an endearment. A tiny sob left her at the feel of her body melting, like warm wax, to meld to his larger form. Must he defeat her so soundly? Make her want him so much?
“Don’t be angry with me,” he whispered into her hair. “Not for this.” His palm stretched possessively over her stomach, while the other reached into her hair, dislodging the pins and allowing the heavy mass of her curls to fall down around her.
“I’m merely fulfilling my obligation,” she whispered. “I wagered and lost. It isn’t necessary for you to seduce me. Had you truly wanted to, Leo, you could have accomplished it some time ago.”
“This isn’t about a bloody wager, Georgie.” His hands moved to grasp the edge of her dress. One sharp tug and she was left standing in only her chemise and petticoats, the wool falling to crumple around her knees.
He tugged at her waist, plucking at the strings of her petticoats until those too fell to the floor. Pausing, he nuzzled the side of her neck, his hands trailing up and down her arms.
“Step out.” The words were rough.
She lifted her foot over the pile of her clothing clad only in chemise, stockings, and a pair of slippers.
His hands brushed across the back of her shoulders to her chemise, fingers grazing along the thin material as he pulled it from her body. Big hands stretched over her stomach, the callouses on his palm rasping against her skin before returning again to her breasts. His thumbs brushed with agonizing slowness over each nipple, teasing with a light touch until the peaks were aching and sensitive. Her breath caught as he rolled and squeezed one nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“I think you’re wet, Georgie. Ready to take me. Because of howtawdrythis entire seduction is.”
Her knees buckled, struck by the snapping of his words against her ear.
One hand continued to toy with her breast as the other— dear god the other—moved lower, those graceful fingers tangling in the nest of curls between her thighs. One finger eased along her slit, exploring her folds lazily, purposefully avoiding the one place craving his touch. Georgina tried to push away, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“Do you ever make yourself climax, Georgie? I confess I’m curious, given you’re married to Masterson. Alone in bed at night, after a trying day spent walking in the park or shopping. I expect you no longer bother to pay calls.” His finger circled her entrance before finding its way back through her folds.
She had. After Winbow, after some of the things he’d made her feel. After he’d caressed her through her underthings, making her want something more. Georgina had tried to recreate the sensation herself but had failed.
“I hate you for this.” A small sound escaped from between her lips.
