Page 58 of Her Duke's Second Chance

“Shh,” he said as he finally pushed her skirt out of the way and his warm hands circled her eager thighs. “God…”

His mouth feverishly possessed hers as his hands rubbed her legs and his thumbs circled on the heated flesh of her inner thighs.

She could feel herself dripping and her groin contracting as she sought to fill the empty space within her.

“Robert,” she whispered as she shook, feeling faint with need.

CHAPTER 20

Georgiana’s mind spun; her body teeming with sensations she had never imagined could exist.

Every touch of Robert’s hands on her thighs sent sparks through her, igniting a heat so fierce it felt as if her very skin might melt beneath his fingertips.

She could not think—could hardly breathe—as her body moved of its own accord, craving more of him.

She was panting as though she had run a race, her blood boiling at the sensation of his arousal at the apex of her thighs.

The ache in her center was unbearable, a need so foreign and overwhelming that it bordered on frightening.

And yet, she did not want him to stop. She could not bear for him to stop.

Her hands tangled in his dark hair, tugging with abandon, and she felt the soft groan that rumbled in his chest.

“God, Georgiana,” he breathed, and his words only made her more desperate, her lips pressing to his in a messy, frantic kiss.

She bit his bottom lip, eliciting another low growl from him, and her hips moved instinctively, grinding against him.

The hardness of him beneath her was almost too much to bear, and she moaned softly, her cheeks flushing with the desire that had finally broken free.

I want more. Need more.

Her eyes squeezed shut, and she felt his hands glide away from her thighs, his fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“Wha—” she whimpered at the loss, only to feel him fumble with the laces of her corset.

Her heart pounded and her hands flew to assist him, trembling as she pulled blindly at the stubborn knots. Her corset finally loosened and slid down. As the cool air brushed across her skin, Georgiana became acutely aware of how exposed she was.

She gulped as Robert’s gaze burned into her. She did not have to see him to feel the weight of his desire, but when her eyes fluttered open, the hunger in his expression sent a shiver down her spine.

Her lips curved into a shaky smile.

“Why have you stopped?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their panting breaths.

He hesitated, his hands trembling slightly as he rested them on her waist.

“You are still a maiden,” he said hoarsely as if reminding himself as much as her.

“And?” she asked, her voice surprisingly steady, though she could feel her pulse pounding in her throat. “Do you think I do not know what I want?”

His eyes darkened, and she felt the tension coiling in his body. “You do not understand what you are asking for, wife.”

“Then show me,” she said daringly, though her cheeks burned with embarrassment at her own boldness.

“Georgiana…” He grabbed her hips, and she knew he intended to remove her from his lap, so she resisted, clinging onto his neck with determination.

“No, I want to stay here.” She began to lick his ear. Robert’s hips jerked as he groaned in response.

“God help me,” he moaned. “Where did you learn how to do that?”

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