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“Y-yes,” she whispered.

He slowly removed his hands from her shoulders and circled the couch to sit next to her.

He stared into her eyes intently. “Are you certain?”

She nodded mutely, her lips pressed together.

“All right.” He cupped her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes. “We will start slowly. Do not be afraid.”

She nodded again, her heart speeding up in anticipation. He drew closer at a glacial pace, his eyes never leaving hers, attentive to every emotion present in them.

Georgiana’s bosom heaved, and goosebumps rose along her arms. Her face flushed and her mouth opened slightly as he drew near. Her vision dimmed as his lips finally touched hers.

His warm mouth pressed gently against her lips and lingered there. He flicked his tongue across her bottom lip, then nipped it gently with his teeth. He tilted his head, pulled her lip into his mouth, and gently sucked on it to lessen the sting. Georgiana moaned softly as a current of electricity ran down her spine and into her groin.

She opened her mouth to let him in. She shook as his kiss grew deeper and more penetrating and she became bolder, touching his tongue with her own, exploring his beautiful, warm mouth, and tasting the remnants of red wine and hot toddy.

Robert held her face firmly in his strong hands and rubbed his thumbs across her soft cheeks. Georgiana raised her hands and ran her fingers greedily through his thick, dark hair, and pulled him into her, crushing her lips against his inviting mouth.

As their ragged breaths mingled, she was filled with a raging desire to consume him.

Robert gently pulled away to look into her eyes. “Is this all right?”

She nodded mutely and pulled him back to her with zeal. Robert chuckled at her fervor and crushed his lips on hers.

Georgiana pulled his upper lip into her mouth and traced her tongue across it, relishing the shiver that coursed through her, and the fire of need that burned between her thighs.

She was shocked at the depth of her desires and eager to exploit them… She now knew what she wanted, and would make Robert know as well.

Georgiana draped her leg across his thighs and pulled him into her. He gasped into her mouth in surprise, moved his hands down her body to grasp her buttocks, and lifted her onto his lap.

His muscular arms encircled her waist, and his hands roamed across her ribs, back, and hips before returning to gently squeeze her firm rear. She groaned with pleasure and ran her lips from the crook of his neck, up his throat, and to his earlobe. Georgiana blew into its canal, nibbled on his tender earlobe, and traced her tongue along its edges, smiling when he grunted with enjoyment.

She held his face and kissed him fiercely, her heart pounding and her skin hot and damp with desire.

She pressed her hardened nipples into his broad chest to control the tingling and yearning in her breasts. She ached for Robert to touch them.

She pulled away from him, moaning in frustration, wanting something she could not name.

“Hush…it is all right, I will take care of you,” he whispered as he dropped kisses down her neck, his hands lowering to her bosom.

She arched her back, wordlessly encouraging him to do more. Her embroidered corset added friction to his gentle strokes, but she wanted it off. She longed to feel his large, powerful hands directly on her breasts.

She squirmed and whimpered, hoping he would unlace her.

He groaned and buried his face in the hollow of her neck.

“You will be the death of me,” he murmured.

“Good, because you are killingme,” she gasped breathlessly with a pout, holding his head in her hands and leaning her own against his forehead.

His hands moved to her thighs, but her skirts interfered with Georgiana’s ability to feel him. He rubbed up and down very slowly, raising her skirt higher each time.

She squirmed in frustration, urging him to go faster, but he continued to take his time, his teeth nipping at the racing pulse in her throat.

She could feel her slick wetness increasing as his tumescent shaft pressed against her secret place. She gripped his broad shoulders, raised her head and moaned with need.

“Please,” she pleaded.