Page 31 of Winning the Wallflower's Heart
But she wouldn’t allow fear to take this from her. Wouldn’t allow her mind to interfere with a matter so close to her heart.
So, Georgiana met his every movement, a needy ache throbbing between her legs.
But this was madness.
She broke from their kiss, struggling to catch her breath before she curled her hands on top of his shoulders and pushed down. If they were to be reckless, then let them do what they had shared the other day at Madame Marie’s.
Ellis glanced up at her as he fell to his knees, his gorgeous gray-green eyes hooded and filled with hunger. She stifled a nervous giggle and tossed her head up to the ceiling, lifting up her skirts in invitation.
“Here?” he asked, curling his fingers around her calf.
She shook her head. “Higher.”
He peppered the lightest of kisses along her skin, leaving a trail of fire in his mouth’s wake, higher to the tender flesh of her inner thigh.
Ellis grabbed her leg and placed it over his shoulder, opening her up to him with her skirts pushed high around her waist. Cold air licked her skin as his mouth kissed the soft curls of her mound. She gripped his shoulder, tilting her hips forward, eager for more.
His tongue parted her folds in a slow, delicious lick, drawing a soft moan from her lips. He glanced up at her as she watched him, so erotic, so…
“Mine,” he whispered again before sucking at that sensitive bud at her core.
The world spun around her, her heart racing, her thoughts spiraling ahead as pleasure built in her limbs. It was all so consuming, so intoxicating. And yet not enough, even as he slipped two fingers inside and gently pumped them, building a heady pleasure that nearly made her forget her name.
She thought to tell him he had already ruined her for all others, that her heart had always belonged to him, but it was all chased away as her pleasure drew to an all-consuming pitch, then shattered. He jumped to his feet and placed his hand gently over her mouth.
“Shh, Kitten, we wouldn’t want anyone to hear us. Or do you want to be caught?”
She nipped at his palm playfully, angry because for as pleasurable as that was, she was still needing more. Georgiana threw her hands around his neck and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. When they broke apart, his eyes still burning her, she whispered, “More, Ellis. Please.”
“Here?”
She swallowed, nodding, too afraid to give voice to just how badly she needed him in that moment. Too much hadchanged between them, and yet she hadn’t given herself to him completely.
“You deserve a soft bed and gentle hands, hours of my attention…”
“Before I change my mind,” she urged. “Here. Take me here and make me yours. I want to know when I enter that ballroom again I’m not alone.”
She was afraid she’d said the wrong thing as the look he gave her softened, and his hand tenderly brushed her cheek.
“You aren’t alone. Not anymore.” With a slow exhale, he pressed his thumb against her lower lip. “Here? Are you sure?” he asked again, his voice ragged.
“Please.”
He gently kissed her cheek before wrapping his arms around her bottom and lifting her. She chuckled, burying her head into his shoulders as he strode to the couch and sat down. Georgiana straddled him, feeling his need strain against his buckskins.
“I won’t ever deny you, Georgie. You know that, don’t you? I am… Good God, you wreck me, sweet.”
She brushed her hand tenderly through his hair, gazing down upon him before slipping off his lap to lie down, and pulled her skirts higher.
“Show me what a man and woman share, Ellis. Show me what it's like to be…caredfor.”
She pushed past that word lodged squarely in her throat—loved.
In time, maybe, he would come to love her. She wanted that so desperately. To be loved, the way she loved him. But for now, she would lean into his kindness, knowing that with him, she was safe.
He tossed his head up toward the ceiling, a pained groan ripping from his throat before she reached for his buckskins andpulled. Ellis snapped his attention back toward her as she smiled up at him.
“I will be fine. Here. The carriage. The Vingt-et-un table at the club. I’m not some delicate flower, Ellis. And I don’t want to beg.”
