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“About the bourbon. There was never any mixed-up shipment to Elysium. I scoured London until I came upon a merchant who finally agreed to import it for me.”
“Oh.” Her back arched in his direction.
“I would save up everything odd or interesting”—he pressed his mouth to her skin and nibbled gently, feeling the pulse beating beneath his lips—“to share with you when you sought me out.”
“I thought you merely a brilliant conversationalist. That you talk in circles intentionally because it forces your listener to lower their guard.”
“Mmm.” His lips continued down the slope of her throat. “Amazing you figured that out when scores of titled lords have not.”
“I’m clever.”
“Yes, you are.”
Her palms slid over his naked shoulders, testing his skin with the scratch of her nails before moving to explore the lines of his ribs. Their lips caught, his mouth drinking in hers. He’d kissed dozens of women in his life, but none of them felt like Georgina. Not one of them had truly mattered to him except her.
“I couldn’t be with anyone else, Georgie.” Leo thought she should know that. “I tried, mind you, but none of them were you.” He fell back against the bed as she trailed her hands over him.
A pleased smile crossed her lovely mouth. “You’re very beautiful, Leo,” she whispered before her tongue darted out to touch his nipple. “But you know that.”
His cock twitched madly against her. “It only matters that you find me so.”
He undressed her slowly, wanting to memorize each breathless sigh and gasp, the hum which started in her throat the more aroused she became. The beautiful lines of her voluptuous form, all softly rounded, fell into the palms of his hands. He pressed a kiss to each of the small, pale lines across her stomach, proof she’d carried his child.
Georgina’s skin was warm. Her scent drifted into his nostrils. A garden in the first days of spring, when the dew still clung to the flowers. Not carefully cultivated roses. No, his Georgie was a bank of rolling wildflowers, thick with grass and fresh earth. Wild, like the endless forest he’d seen across the river.
When he finally settled between her thighs, she was panting and clawing at the skin of his back. Lovely sounds left her as she arched beneath his fingertips, opening every part of herself to him. His mouth found her breast, circling the nipple with his tongue, tasting her sweetness.
“You are worth every moment of that dreadful ocean crossing. I would sail the seas forever if you required it of me. Allow you to win every hand of vingt-un. Give up Elysium,” he whispered. “I’ll even stay in this bloody country for you.”
A tear ran down one of her cheeks at his declaration. She tightened her legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
Leo prolonged the agony as long as he was able, inching into her slowly this time, mindful of how roughly he’d taken her earlier. For a man who was known for his conversation skills and charming manner, he’d never been able to adequately express with words what Georgina was to him.
He took her hand, pressed a kiss to her palm, and placed it across his heart. “You live here,” he whispered. “No one else. Ever.”
Georgina sighed, hips tilting up as she climaxed, her eyes never once leaving his.
