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A smile spreads across my face as soon as I hear her suggestion. “I’d love to go to the arcade. But I should warn you, back in the day—”

“Let me guess,” Georgia laughs. “You were the skee-ball champ?”

“How did you know?”God, she’s perfect.

“Just a feeling.” Her eyes twinkle at me. “I wasalsoa skee-ball champ back when I was a kid.”

“Aha, so it’s Scrabble all over again.”

“Looks like it. So we’re on for a skee-ball tournament?”

“Yes.” I reach across the table and take her hand in mine. “I can’t wait.”

Our gazes meet again, the heat between us building. Every part of my body is craving her. I want to run my hands all over her soft skin, kiss her from head to toe, sink into her until we become one. But before I do that, there’s something I need to say to her.

“Georgia.” Her name comes out low and rough. “I want to take you back to our room. Make love to you all night.”

Her pupils dilate until her eyes are nearly black. “I want that, too.”

“I want you to know something first. So we’re on the same page.” At her little brow raise, I continue, “Once we do this, you’re mine. And I’m yours. It won’t be just dating, I’ll be fully committed to you.”

Her pulse flutters at her neck, and her tongue flicks out to wet her lips. “I’m okay with that.” A smile spreads across her face. “Now. Can we get out of here already?”

Yes. Feeling thankful that we’re at the hotel restaurant so we don’t have to mess around with the bill, I’m leading Georgia out of the restaurant as fast as possible without literally picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. Which, as we speed walk toward our room, I’m seriously considering.

By the time I get the door to our hotel room open, I already have Georgia in my arms, and she’s pressing hot kisses all along my neck. Her nipples are hard points rubbing against my chest, a contrast to the soft fullness of her breasts. Her hands are clutching my shoulders, slender fingers digging in as she tries to pull herself even closer to me.

Once the door is shut, I lift her up, one hand cupping the ripe swell of her ass. She wraps her legs around my waist and the skirt of her dress rises to expose the rest of her thighs. With my other hand, I slide my fingers around her nape, guiding her mouth to mine.

There’s no gentle teasing or soft caresses as our lips taste and nibble and our tongues delve deep. Georgia opens for me, tasting of wine and lemon and sweetness. I show her what I plan to do to her soon, plunging into her mouth, licking and sucking. She lets out a little throaty moan and I go even harder than I am already.

With her legs spread around me, I can feel the heat at her core almost burning into me. As I devour her mouth, I think about doing the same thing to her other lips, sucking at that small bundle of nerves, hearing her cry out.

Damn. I was going to take it slowly. Lavish attention over every inch of Georgia’s body. But with her in my arms, already wide open for me, it’s all I can do not to tear away her panties and slide into her right now.

“Leo.“ She gasps my name, grinding her hips against mine. “I need you.”

“I wanted to do this slowly,” I grit out. “Take my time with you.”

“Maybe next time,” she breathes. “But Leo, I’machingfor you.”

As Georgia lowers her mouth to suck at the skin just above my collarbone, her tongue laving and licking, I carry her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. She stays just where I left her, legs slightly spread, skirt hiked up high enough to reveal the pale peach lace of her panties.

Her chest is flushed, rising and falling in a rapid rhythm. Kiss-swollen lips curve into an impatient smile as she stretches her arms up over her head, causing the fabric of her dress to stretch over her nipples. Then she spreads her legs even further and I can see the dampness of her heat waiting for me.

“Georgia.“ It’s a primal groan as I yank off my pants and climb over her. Dipping my head, I suckle at one breast, then the other, until the fabric over her nipples is transparent. Bracing myself with one hand, I slip my fingers between the lace and her delicate folds, flicking at the little swollen bud hidden between them.

Georgia jerks her hips toward me as I increase the speed and pressure of my thumb and I slide one finger into her damp heat, feeling her inner muscles pulling at me. Another finger follows and I pump in and out—she’s even wetter than before and little moans are spilling from her as she arches up to me.

Then her hands are reaching for my throbbing length, one wrapping around it and stroking from root to tip. And I thought I was hard, desperate for her, but that was nothing compared to now. It’s a desperate, painful throbbing, a need only Georgia can satisfy.

As her fingers trail along the sensitive skin, little jolts of electricity sizzle all through my body. Just her touch has me close to exploding, so I try to guide her hand away so I don’t finish before I’m even inside her.

Her walls are fluttering around my fingers as I keep rubbing and flicking and I was going to make her finish at least once before I slide into her but then she whimpers, “I need you. Now. Please.” And all my willpower is gone.

I yank her panties off in one fluid move and with the next, I’m plunging inside her. It was meant to be slow, but as soon as I started to move, Georgia grabbed my hips and pulled me all the way into her slick heat. I sink into her to the hilt, bottoming out, and it’s the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had.

For a second, I’m worried I hurt her and I freeze—she’s so tight around me—but she moans and arches up to force me impossibly deeper. Her hands are clutching my arms, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “Don’t stop. It’s so good,” she gasps. “I never knew…”

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