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She turned around to face him, and his eyes burned into hers. If it weren’t for the footman standing next to them, she would have kissed him right then. He must have been able to read her intent on her face, for his grip on her elbow tightened as his eyelids lowered. Georgiana wasted no time stepping into the carriage, and Captain Harris followed close behind her. She had just managed to draw the curtains shut when he pulled her onto his lap.
They stared at each other as the carriage lurched to a start. She took off his hat and placed it on the seat beside them, then ran her fingers through his hair. His jaw tightened as his gaze bore into her own.
“You’ll have to be quiet.”
“I can,” she promised, already a little breathless.
His hand cupped the nape of her neck and drew her closer. “I’m going to test you on that.”
Georgiana chuckled. “That doesn’t even make sen—” But the rest of her reply was muffled by his mouth as he delivered a scorching, insistent kiss, coaxing her lips open with his own.
A soft moan was already working its way up her throat when his tongue pushed against her own before licking deeply. Intimately.
Goodness, the man reallywastesting her.
And she was failing miserably, as she made a sound full of aching, desperate need.
Captain Harris broke the kiss and pulled back, now clucking that deliciously agile tongue of his. “Now, now, you’re supposed to bequiet,” he teased with a cheeky grin.
Georgiana batted his arm and pressed more firmly against his chest. “You’ll have to show me,” she purred.
Captain Harris tilted his head back against the carriage seat and gazed at her. Georgiana loved seeing him like this: hair mussed and eyes heavy-lidded. He looked relaxed. Happy, even.
“Very well,” he drawled, as one hand slid down her waist and drew up her skirts. When her stocking-clad thighs were bared to him, he urged her to straddle his lap. His erection pressed against her belly, and she quickly unbuttoned the front of his trousers. Captain Harris watched her in silence, but his breath quickened noticeably. As she drew out his hard shaft, he let out a gasp, and she raised a finger to her lips.
“Shhh. You’re supposed to be quiet,” she teased as she began to gently pump him. Henry gave her a desperate look as his hand covered her own. Georgiana followed his instruction and tightened her grip before moving faster. His head fell back hard against the seat and he let out a short grunt as his hands moved to grip the edge of the bench. It was unexpectedly thrilling, watching this usually starchy man slowly unravel under her touch. She continued to work his flesh as his length grew harder and hotter. Then, suddenly, Henry’s hand stilled her own. She looked up in question and the intensity of his gaze unmoored her.
“Georgiana.Now.”
The low, rough command tumbled from his lips. She immediately raised up on her knees and opened the slit of her drawers wider as he nudged his shaft against her entrance. Then slowly, so slowly, she sank back down, taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside her. As the carriage rocked, so did he, using the motion to push upward even deeper. Georgiana began to rock as well.
“OhGod,” she sobbed. It was almost more than she could bear, but Henry’s hands gripped her tighter.
After that the only sounds between them were their increasingly labored breaths and the occasional gasp. Georgiana could barely spare him a glance, certain that any more would push her over the edge too soon. He, too, seemed similarly afflicted as his eyes were squeezed shut. Georgiana followed suit and found the darkness only added to the sensations growing inside her. She began moving faster as her climax began to grow and Henry seemed able to sense her coming release.
He clapped a hand over her mouth just as she began to cry out before dragging her head down to take her mouth in another long, deep kiss. When she finished, Henry guided her to rest her cheek against his shoulder. He tore a handkerchief from his breast pocket and pulled out of her. Then he buried his face against her neck as his own release overtook him. Georgiana squeezed her eyes shut again as he rasped her name in a voice frayed by desperate pleasure. She focused on her pounding heart and tried to catch her breath. But as her pulse returned to normal, the happiness blooming inside her only grew. Stretched to fill every crevice, reach the very end of every limb. Her arms tightened around his broad shoulders, and Henry’s fingers tangled deeper in her hair, while his palm pressed harder at the small of her back. She imagined them entwined together, like the roots of some ancient tree. As if in answer, Henry let out a heavy sigh. Georgiana couldn’t tell if it was a sigh of relief or despair. Couldn’t tell which one she preferred. After a moment, she straightened and blinked in the low light. She had dozed off on his shoulder. Theybothhad. Now the carriage had come to a stop, and she was still straddling his lap. Georgiana let out a startled gasp and immediately pushed off of him.
Henry’s eyes snapped open and they exchanged a panicked look. He lurched toward the carriage door and grabbed the handle just as one of the hotel’s very efficient footmen had begun to open it.
“Just a moment!” he called out in a strangled voice that left little question as to what, exactly, had gone on behind the door.
Georgiana did her best to smooth her wrinkled skirts and fix her hair, while Henry set himself to rights.
“How do I look?” she asked as she slid the last loose pin in place.
Henry dragged his gaze down her body before meeting her eyes. “Like a woman who was just thoroughly debauched in a carriage.”
She pressed her lips together briefly at his knowing tone. “That isnothelpful.”
He shot her a grin. “No, but it makes me feel damn good.” Then he put on his hat and pushed the door open.
Georgiana stared after him in surprise before taking his offered hand and descending the carriage stairs. She hadn’t taken more than two steps when Sylvia rushed over to them.
“There you are! Oh, I was so worried.”
A number of guests were milling about, doing their best to make their eavesdropping not quite so obvious, but Sylvia immediately noticed and composed herself. Georgiana’s neck prickled with awareness. She hadn’t at all considered that her little escape would draw such attention and slanted a concerned look at Captain Harris, but his gaze was already firmly fixed to her.
Well, that wasn’t going to help silence any talk. And yet, she couldn’t ignore the swell of heat inside her. This man was making her positively insatiable. Sylvia threaded her arm through Georgiana’s, and as they moved toward the entrance, Captain Harris remained by the carriage, watching her with those sharp eyes of his.
