The Undoing of a Libertine (Somerset Historicals 2)

In they walked to the house, where their coats were given to the butler. Up the stairs to the second floor, west wing, he escorted her. They moved fast. The end of the hall suite was their destination. He opened the door for them. She entered. He closed the door with a firm push and faced her, and finished the question she had asked him in the coach.

“—come into my bedroom tonight. Wear nothing apart from your dressing gown. I’ll be waiting.”

He bowed, turned on his boot heel, and left her standing alone in her bedroom. Georgina heard the door to the master’s chamber open and then shut, and then she heard no more.

The need to sit down was paramount, before her legs gave out and she ended up in a heap on the rug. He had her so worked up she was shaking. She didn’t sit long though. Moving to the sideboard, she poured a hearty portion of wine, of which no time was wasted in knocking back. As soon as the spirits were sucked down, she rang for Jane.

* * * *

Georgina felt her every sense heightened as she crept toward the door to the master’s chamber. The cold brass of the handle stung as she turned it. She pushed forward.

The room was dimly lit, lamps on low beside the massive bed, a good fire going in the hearth. The room smelled of him—spicy cloves and his unique manly scent. Delicious.

“Slide the bolt behind you.” His voice reached across the room.

She pushed the metal firmly and slid it home with a grating click. The snap and pop of the fire was

the only sound, if she didn’t count her escalating need for air.

“Walk out to where I can see you and you can see me and stop.”

She did as he asked and had no trouble stopping because the sight of him would have done that for her anyway.

He lay naked on the bed. Acres of golden skin over smooth, ropy muscles stretched out languidly, his upper body propped up by pillows. The stark, packed muscles low on his chest drew her eyes lower down his body to his— Oh, sweet Jesus! His cock. She watched it twitch above his hips as he saw her eyes so focused on it. Stiff already, his shaft grew tauter, moving, filling, rising up to lift a fraction off his belly. God! He looked like a beautiful, ancient, pagan idol. More animal than human—

“Open your robe and let it drop.”

Her nipples were already tight before the cool air hit them. The sound of her robe hitting the floor made a soft swish. She couldn’t hold back the shiver.

“Come to me, and walk slowly,” he told her.

Careful steps brought her closer to her male animal. A beast who looked at her with ravenous hunger, like he was concentrating very hard on keeping still, waiting, yearning, anticipating the instant when he would pounce and take her underneath him, cover her with his greater weight, press her down and open her legs, mount her, and pierce her, thrusting deep and—

“Crawl up here and sit on me.”

“Oh.” She started to shake. Her whole body becoming affected by the vibrations as they took hold.

“Mmmmm, all is well,” he soothed. “Take my hand and come up here to me. I will help you.”

She took the hand he offered, and somehow she moved, propelling forward and up, her long legs folding over his hips, her wet core coming to a rest directly atop the steel ridge of his velvet-skinned shaft. A shudder of exquisite pleasure shot down her belly, like a tiny version of the orgasms he’d given her.

He gave her a moment to settle. A slow smile spread on his mouth, and they stared at one another’s faces until he broke the silence. “You are so beautiful to me, right now, like this.”

He stroked a hand up her leg and looked down at it. “Your legs are so finely made. I saw them that day in the rain.”

“You saw my legs?” she asked.

He nodded wickedly. “Oh yes, I saw. You took off your stockings to cross the creek and then had to put them back on again. I watched the whole delicious show. Thought my heart might give out from the beauty of you.”

“How shocking and devious on your part.”

“Are you angry, my sweet Gina?”

“No. If our situations had been reversed, I probably would have done the same. So, did you skulk behind a tree and stay quiet so I wouldn’t know?”

He slid his other hand up the other leg. “Exactly, my darling. Your perfect limbs stunned me silent anyway. I just had to keep still and not move.” He closed his eyes for a moment as if he was remembering the scene from that day. “You are beautiful,” he hummed.

“So are you. I think, have always thought, that you are a beautiful man.”