Page 119 of Her Duke's Second Chance

“Georgiana…” he said half-pleading, half-chiding.

“What?” she asked with faux innocence before latching onto his mouth, nipping and biting, sucking and licking, making him lose his train of thought.

He moaned into her mouth, clutched her shoulders, and pulled her closer so that she was almost sitting in his lap. She raised herself onto her knees and flung one leg over his lap, straddling him.

He moaned again, his hands sliding down until they were cupping her bottom. He stroked and squeezed them hard several times as if he wanted to lift her up and pull her closer. She could feel his arousal against her inner thigh and marveled at his iron control.

She squirmed, mewling as she rubbed herself against his shoulder and neck, willing him to pull her closer, to pull her gown away so that they could touch, flesh on flesh.

He did none of it. His eyes closed, fingers digging hard into her hips, holding her steady so she could not move, but not doing much more.

He let her nose rub against his neck, lick his collarbone, unbutton his shirt, and fling it away, and still, he made no move to divest her of her clothes.

She pulled back to look at him. “Do you not want me?” she asked.

“Of course I want you. I want you so badly, I can hardly breathe.”

“Well then? Why are you simply holding my bottom? Help me get this gown off.”

He chuckled. “I want to do only what you want.”

“Well, I want this gown off.”

“Yes, my lady.” He immediately reached for her laces, pulling them out haphazardly and loosening her top before pulling it off.

He frowned as he ran his finger across the tear and cursed under his breath.

“He did not hurt me,” Georgiana said reassuringly.

He nodded. “Good. I do not know if I would have been able to forgive myself if…”

She covered his mouth with her hand. “Hush. There is no need for recrimination. Nothing happened.”

“I am glad I told him to leave this town. For you, for me, and for Daisy. It is the best thing.”

“I agree. Now help me with my skirt.”

He chuckled before loosening her skirt and pulling it down and off. She went up on her knees to help him take it off. Georgiana lay back down dressed only in her chemise.

Robert remained in his tented breeches and stockings. She looked down at him, her hand reaching out to cup him.

“How does this feel?” Georgiana asked.

He had stopped breathing. “E-excellent,” he said hoarsely.

She squeezed him, and he threw back his head, his mouth open, breathing hard as she massaged his rigid member and studied his reactions, utterly captivated.

“You like it when I touch you like this,” she said like a revelation.

He nodded a few times. “I do.”

She loosened his ties and reached inside his breeches. “What about when I touch you directly?” She smiled seductively.

He gasped aloud and shuddered at her touch.

“I see you liked it,” she said with a smile.

“I did,” he wheezed.

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