Page 38 of Her Duke’s Second Chance (Regency Second Chances #1)

CHAPTER 38

“ W ill you allow me to escort you to your chambers?” Robert asked.

Georgiana nodded, not because she was tired and wanted to lie down, but because she did not want Robert to leave her side. She held onto his hand and leaned upon him a little more than she needed to as he helped her up the stairs.

It felt good to have his strong arms around her again supporting her so effortlessly. She appreciated the concern in his gaze, which did not leave her, even for a second.

She hungrily inhaled his familiar scent of sandalwood, a little smoky from the cheroot he liked to smoke before dinner, combined with a whiff of sweat and horses from his ride. His enticing aroma provided Georgiana with a sense of security and protection.

He led her up to her chambers, sat her on the bed, and took off her shoes, before lifting her and arranging her so she was laying against her pillows.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked.

“I am.” She reached for his arm, clutching it with her hand. “Please do not go.”

“I was not going to,” he said reassuringly.

They gazed at each other for a while. Georgiana smiled. “It really is good to have you home. I am so happy to see you.”

He smiled back. “Not as happy as I am to see you. I have been living with chronic worry for so long. My stomach has been churning and burning, unable to settle. I am surprised I was able to eat anything. Before I forget, my grandmother sends her love.”

“Oh, how sweet of her.”

“Perhaps the next time I go to Emberford, you will come with me? It is high time that you two met.”

Georgiana chuckled. “I agree. I would be happy to accompany you. It is only that you did not ask again, so I assumed you had changed your mind about wanting me there.”

He winced, shaking his head. “I have done many things wrong. Hopefully, I shall be better about it going forward. I want you in every part of my life—the businesses, the households, the sickness and the health. I love you, Georgiana.”

She lit up from within at his words. “Do you mean it?”

“With all my heart. I love you. You are the joy that I never thought I would ever have. You are my reason to wake up in the morning and make the most of the day. You are the smile on my face, and the gladness in my heart. You are my reason for living.”

She shivered, overwhelmed by his declaration.

“At the moment these are just words. Perhaps they mean nothing to you. I will show you with my actions that I mean every word.”

“I believe you.” She breathed. “I love you too.”

He expelled a loud breath. “I shall endeavor to be worthy of your love.”

“Oh, hush. Love is not something to be worthy of. It merely is. Now come here and kiss me.”

He made a startled noise and then laughed before leaning over and pressing his lips onto hers. She parted her lips so that his bottom lip was caught between both of hers. She sucked it into her mouth before letting it go and pressed into him so they could kiss more deeply.

He cupped her face, using his tongue to gently explore her mouth, their teeth clashing and noses nudging until they settled into a more coordinated dance, their tongues waltzing together, creating a tune that was wholly their own, their hands rhythmically mapping out each other’s bodies.

He pulled back, his breath coming fast and hard, and stared intently into her eyes.

“You are still unwell,” he panted. “You need to rest.”

She smiled, pulling at his shirt. “I am resting. See, lying down and everything.” She flung her hands back to indicate the pillows behind her.

“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.

She pulled out his stiff, veined manhood and began to stroke and massage him in earnest, watching the changes in his expression with interest. He could not help gasping and grimacing, releasing occasional groans as his hips tilted upwards of their own volition.

He let her explore him as she pleased. It was a feeling of power, the likes of which she had never experienced. She knew she could do whatever she liked to him, and he would not stop her.

Georgiana reached over and licked his jaw. He made a sound somewhere between surprise and enjoyment, and she laughed, nipping at his neck before leaving a trail of kisses along his shoulder.

As Robert squirmed into her she felt wetness pooling at her center, and could no longer ignore her growing, undeniable need to have him deep inside of her.

“Enough,” she whispered, putting her arms around his neck, “take me.”

He groaned low, like an animal pushed to its wits’ end, before lifting her by her bottom and lowering her onto his swollen phallus.

Georgiana cried out as he filled her and stretched her tight, wet canal to its limits. She could feel her hardened nub rubbing against his taut abdomen as she rolled her hips, her groin twitching in response to the delightful friction.

“Oh, Lord…” she moaned, gripping his buttocks to pull him into her as far as he could go.

A sheen of sweat glistened across her back as she rocked on her knees and slid him in and out of her.

“Are you ready?” he rasped hoarsely in her ear, and she nodded mutely.

His powerful hands grasped her thighs. He lifted and lowered her onto his throbbing rod repeatedly, sending shockwaves throughout her body.

Their lovemaking was a blur of moans, deep kisses, slick skin, bolts of pleasure, and raging, carnal need. Every thrust awakened new parts of her she did not know existed. All she could do was hold on, cry out, and let her body run wild with desire.

All her pain, weakness, and dizziness were forgotten in the throes of her ecstasy.

He latched onto her mouth pillaging her with abandon. Sweat ran down their bodies as they came together rhythmically.

Georgiana released her hold on him, leaning backward so he could ease her down on the bed, their connected bodies moving as one.

Robert loomed over her like a colossus. Georgiana placed her legs upon his shoulders and lifted her hips. Robert seized his slick, thunderous shaft and stroked himself, moaning at the sensation, and inserted it greedily into Georgiana’s soaked, beckoning chamber.

He thrust into her relentlessly, their juices joining and running down the inside of her buttocks.

She moaned loudly, scratching at his chest in an effort to hold onto him. Her body arched and a scream escaped her as her orgasm overtook her, the contractions pounding through her like a volcanic eruption as she released a gushing stream of fluid.

Robert bucked, then froze as the spasms of his engorged member filled her with his seed.

Georgiana shook, gasped for air, and rested her forehead against his sweat-soaked chest. Her satiated body still shivered with aftershocks.

Robert rained kisses on her shoulders, arms, hands, and hair; anywhere he could reach without dislodging her.

“My God, that was incredible,” Georgiana breathed.

Robert nodded as he slowly pulled himself out of her and rolled onto his back.

“I could not agree with you more,” he said sleepily.

“I love you,” they said in unison and laughed.