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“I don’t want it to be over so quicky.”
He grinned at her, his eyes glowing. “Have some faith in me, why don’t you? I’ve waited a long time for this. I’m not about to let it finish in five minutes, am I?”
“But—”
“For once in your life, don’t be so stubborn, mo chroi.” He pulled her to him and kissed her, trailing his fingers through the curls between her legs. “I want to watch you come.”
Georgie’s breath caught at the words and she surrendered, opening her legs, almost crying out when she felt the tip of his finger glide over her clitoris. It was a featherlight touch, so exquisite it was almost painful. He kept his eyes on her as he moved his hand, pushing a finger inside her. Her eyes drifted closed as pleasure engulfed her. “Don’t close your eyes,” he commanded.
Forcing her eyes open, Georgie gripped his shoulders, digging her fingers in when he moved his hand faster, increased the pressure. She held his gaze as the pleasure built, felt the first ripples of orgasm from his touch and dropped her forehead to his. Her body spasmed against his hand and he kissed her as she came. Breathless, with her heart knocking against her ribs, she let her head fall on his shoulder while he ran his hand up and down her back in soothing strokes.
As her body cooled, she ran her hand down his chest, over his rock-hard abs, brushed lightly over his bulging erection. She smiled when she heard his sharp intake of breath. “Hm, maybe you’re your own worst enemy.” Deciding on a different type of torture for him, she moved her hand away. Her fingers found the top button of his shirt and undid it, then the next one, then the next one. “You know what I think?” She said as she undid the last button and pushed his shirt open, delighting in the feel of his skin under her hands as she moved them over his bare chest.
“What’s that?”
She put both hands flat on his chest. “That turnabout is fair play.” She shoved him hard enough that he fell back on the cushions, followed him down, pressing her naked flesh to his and kissing him hungrily. Her blood hummed as she felt his tongue twining with hers and his hands sliding down her back to cup her bottom. She pulled away, pressing soft, fluttery kisses to his jaw, his neck and down to his chest. She shifted lower, reaching for the buckle of his pants.
“You do that and it will be over in five minutes,” he said.
“Sshh, don’t be so stubborn.” She undid the buckle, freeing his cock. She immediately wrapped her fingers around it, watching him as she moved her hand up and down. His eyes glinted in the moonlight, a mixture of amusement and arousal. She gave him a sultry smile before running her tongue over the tip, satisfied when the amusement disappeared. Then she closed her eyes, giving into the pleasure of pleasuring him. She used her hands, her tongue, her whole mouth. Squeezing his balls while she took him to the back of her throat, sucking hard. His breath turned ragged and he buried his fingers in her hair, holding her on him.
After some time, he said, “Stop. Now.”
Georgie lifted her head. His eyes were dark and intense on her face. His need for her was inflaming and Georgie thought she’d never been more turned on. She moved up, over his body. Just before she kissed him she said, a wicked grin on her face, “That was a very long five minutes and it’s not over.” He skimmed a hand down her back and slapped her bottom, hard enough to give her a small sting. Georgie gasped. Oh, God, she liked to be spanked. Who knew?
“That’s enough cheek from you.” He rubbed the sting away before sliding his hand up to cup her breast, running his thumb over her nipple, squeezing and kneading. It was all too much and she was desperate to feel him inside her, so she rose up, shifting to get into position, with her feet on the floor. She didn’t take her eyes from his as she took his cock in her hand and lowered herself onto him. She whimpered as she felt him pushing inside her, felt her body expand to take him. Rocking her hips experimentally, shivering at the pleasure, she closed her eyes, let her head fall back, felt Ryan’s hands on her breasts. Putting her hands on his chest for balance and pushing her feet into the deck for purchase, Georgie let go. She rode him, moving faster and faster, feeling the pressure build. He moved his hands to grip her hips, spurring her on. There was no light, delicate touch here. It was pure hunger and Georgie reveled in it. He moved his hand, pushing the pad of his thumb against her clitoris. “Ryan…” It was too much. Georgie exploded. Her back arched when the orgasm ripped through her and her body convulsed, trembling uncontrollably.
Ryan pushed up, wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck as he came inside her. When they were both done, he fell back on the recliner, taking Georgie with him. She lay with her head on his chest and her body limp, listening to his thundering heart. She squirmed when he ran his fingers ever so lightly over her skin, barely noticing the gaps in the sensation when he moved over her scars. She didn’t move for the longest time, just lay on top of Ryan, listening to his heart rate return to normal. “I could sleep right here, if it wasn’t so cold,” she said, sliding her hand over his chest. She smiled when he chuckled.
“That’d make quite the sight in the morning.”
“True.” She raised her head to look at him and he reached up to push her hair back from her face. He gave her a soft, tender kiss and Georgie sighed. “I suppose we should go inside.”
“I suppose we should,” Ryan agreed.
* * *
Ryan drifted awake to the sound of a magpie warbling. He opened one eye, squinting in the predawn light. Then he smiled. He was lying on his side with one arm stretched out under Georgie’s pillow. She had her back to his chest and was holding his other hand against her chest in her sleep. He closed his eye, letting his mind drift back to the night before. Making love with Georgie had been everything he’d imagined, but then so much more. Hot, playful, generous. That was Georgie May. She shifted in her sleep and her bottom pushed against him. He grunted. He was already half-way to an erection just thinking about what he’d been thinking about. He considered waking her, then thought it wouldn’t be fair. It was very early in the morning. She sighed, squirmed again, let go of his hand. Ryan reconsidered. With his hand now free he moved it to her breast, cupped it gently. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then another and another, until he reached her neck.
Georgie murmured something when he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “What’s that?”
“Mmm.” She shifted, pushing back against his cock with her bottom.
“Christ, you’re torture.”
“You love it.”
He could hear the smile in her voice. Letting go of her breast, he let his hand drift lazily over her body, down to her hip. He held her still so he could push against her, smiling when he heard her breath catch with arousal. Sliding his hand out from under her pillow, he curled his arm so that he could play with her breast with one hand and move the other between her legs. She was already wet. She moved her hips against his hand as he fingered her, the friction on his cock unbearably sweet. Since his new favorite past time was watching Georgie’s face when she came, he turned her around so that they were chest to chest. He slid his hand over her body, down to her leg, lifting it and hooking it high on his hip.
The first glimmer of sunrise crept in, turning the room a soft, peachy pink and pale gold. Georgie was exquisitely beautiful, gilded by the light, her eyes glowing with desire. She lay her hand across his cheek and kissed him softly, her eyes fluttering closed. “Look at me, mo chroi,” he said in a low voice, moving his hand to her lower back. She opened her eyes, watching him when he pushed inside her. She was unbearably sweet. Hot and tight and so ready for him. Pleasure flickered across her face when he moved his hips, holding her there with his hand pressing into her lower back. He took his time, moving in and out in long, languorous strokes. Driving them both higher and higher, until he felt Georgie contract around him, her hand moving from his face to his shoulder, her fingers digging in. He watched her eyes glaze over as she came. Only then did he let himself go.
They lay still, limbs entwined, for a few long moments, then he kissed her. A deep, luxurious kiss, before moving to roll onto his back. She stopped him, tightening her leg around him and keeping him there. He gave in and she relaxed against him, stroking his face again before her eyes drifted closed. Then her hand stilled against his cheek and her breathing deepened. She was asleep. He rested his hand low on her hip, feeling the way the scarring puckered. A symbol of all she had endured, etched into her skin. He gazed at her as she slept, thinking of what a miracle she was. With everything that had happened to her, she had never become bitter, or nasty. She just pushed on, pushed forward, with absolute determination and courage. He had no idea what the future held for them. No way of knowing if he would be able to navigate the rocky path Georgie insisted on walking.
But as the birds began to sing and the morning sun streamed into the little cabin, there was one thing he did know. He was so deeply in love with her that he would never be able to extricate himself from it. Didn’t want to extricate himself from it. He’d never before experienced the strength of feeling he had for Georgie. If he died right now, he would go with the knowledge that he had experienced pure, unadulterated joy. Joy in the form of Georgina May Quinn.
CHAPTER18
Afew hours later, Georgie woke up to an empty bed. She ran her hand over Ryan’s pillow. It was still warm. He hadn’t gone far then. Hearing the shower turn on, she lay there for a while, her mind churning. She wanted, desperately, to get up and join Ryan in the shower. But fear held her back. It was one thing to drop her robe by the glowing light of the moon, quite another to slide into the shower with him in broad daylight.
