Page 26 of Her Duke's Second Chance

“I shall have devised better ways to distract you.”

“Is that so? How would you distract me from my fear?” she asked, looking coyly at him from beneath her lashes, unable to wipe the grin from her lips.

“Like this.”

His head swooped down, and his lips pressed feverishly and searchingly upon hers, asking a silent, pressing question, awaiting her response.

Georgiana gasped at the warmth of his full lips, the heat of his breath mingling with hers, and inhaled deeply, parting her lips and tilting her head upwards to capture his waiting mouth. Robert gently placed his hands on each side of her face and pulled her towards him, tracing his tongue along her lower lip before nipping it with his teeth. He bit down softly, pulling her lower lip into his mouth.

She let out a low moan, her hands rising tentatively and landing on his chest. She pressed down, reveling in the hard muscle, so different from her soft and yielding bosom, which heaved fitfully as her ardor grew.

“Robert,” she whispered his name into his mouth, and he captured her by the waist, pressing her body against him possessively.

His mouth became more insistent against hers, and she opened her own to let him in. With a boldness she did not know she possessed, Georgiana threaded her fingers through his rich, dark hair, pulling him to her. She could taste the mild, enticing flavor of brandy and cigars, and smelled the musky scent of sandalwood emanating from his skin.

He groaned into her mouth, drawing her against him, her breasts flattening against his chest. His tongue danced and flitted across the insides of her mouth, touching, lifting, and settling like a butterfly, flicking her searching tongue.

Georgiana’s hands curled greedily around his neck as her knees weakened and desire raced through her veins. She wanted moreof him, his hands, his luxurious hair, his scent, his mouth; every part of him beckoned her.

With wild abandon, she dug her fingernails into his firm, bulging biceps, needing him to become part of her, to become one, erasing the thin barrier that separated them from each other.

The hall clock suddenly chimed the midnight hour, shocking them both, and they jumped apart, their chests heaving, and their eyes luminous and wet with desire.

Robert let out a long shuddering breath and stood, unspeaking, in the room’s stillness. The clock ticked off the seconds as they stared at each other with shock and amazement.

“Is that how you mean to distract me? I am not certain it would work,” she blurted.

He flinched as though her words pained him and turned away from her to gather up the drawings.

“Well then… I shall bid you goodnight. Tomorrow is another day,” he said.

Tucking the drawings beneath his arm, he bowed towards her. Georgiana blinked at him speechlessly and watched as he walked stiffly towards the door, the tent in his breeches apparent.

Robert stopped at the door, turning his head slightly, but not looking at her.

“You can only pretend for so long, Duchess,” he said, before walking out of the room.

She stood still, trying desperately to get her racing thoughts and heart under control.

Oh Georgie, what have you done?

CHAPTER 9

Robert ran a hand across his face and slowly climbed the stairs to his chambers, trying to ignore the intense ache in his groin.

He had no idea what had come over him. He had moved so rapidly from teasing her to wanting her, needing to touch her face and her hair, to feel her body pressed into his, to taste her mouth and explore. All he could see was Georgiana, her bright blue eyes searching his face, her plump, pink mouth pulling him towards her like a drawstring. He had been helpless under the force of his desire.

He had thought that she wanted him too but now wondered if she had merely become frozen in place, not knowing what to do. He could still feel the sting of her nails on his biceps.

Had she tried to tell me to stop, but I, ever the oaf, ignored her silent plea?

Despite his misgivings, he could not shake her intoxicating scent. The soft, soapy lavender that emanated from her dewy skin, the jasmine scent of her hair, and the fragrant heady scent that radiated from her being had been intoxicating.

He was enraptured by the force of her creamy breasts against his chest, barely visible beneath the low vee of her nightgown. He had wanted nothing more than to tear off his shirt, spread open her nightgown, and feel her heaving breasts upon his chest.

His body was aflame with desire. He wanted so much more of her.

First thing tomorrow, I am getting rid of that damn clock.

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