The Undoing of a Libertine (Somerset Historicals 2)

“You taste sweet,” he mumbled, flicking the soft roughness over her nipple, back and forth before covering the whole thing and pulling it up into his mouth.

Jeremy’s mouth was softer than she remembered, for he’d shaved his face smooth. He usually wore a shadow of a beard, and she had felt the tickle of whiskers when he kissed her yesterday. The sensation of her flesh filling his mouth, of part of her body being inside of him was stirring. Pressing on the back of his head, Georgina brought his mouth harder against her.

“You liked that?” He lifted his head and moved up to her lips.

“Mmmmmm, yes,” she panted back.

Jeremy’s tongue speared into her mouth then—a portent of an invasion of firm flesh to fill another part of her soon. She knew what was coming, and strangely, she wanted it, from him. In this moment she knew no fear, only needed the completion of Jeremy—inside her? Georgina felt an aching need between her thighs.

Shocked at her own desires, she gave into the pleasure of his tongue sweeping deep in her mouth. She pushed her own tongue forward to tangle with his. The soft texture of their wet mouths coming together shot her core with a rush of wetness. There was a lot of heat and wetness between her legs. Clamping them tightly together provided little relief. She really just needed him closer.

“Please—” she begged without knowing what she asked for.

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Jeremy felt her legs stiffen and heard her whispery plea. The urge to lose himself to abandon was great, but he held himself in check, for he would not scare her. Even if it killed him, he would not frighten her this time. That she was so willing to trust him again filled his heart. He wanted to show her tenderness and pleasure and remember forever that it was him who had given it.

Pulling back to see her, he wanted to soak in her image as she lay on the bed, for she was glorious in her skin. “Look at you…”

He greedily took in the magnificent breasts, tight and wet from his mouth, the sloping curve of hips framing a flat stomach that dipped down to a triangle of dark soft curls. Oh, how he wanted inside that part of her. That beautiful, mysterious, paradise of feminine splendor that was Georgina’s alone. A place he could know but never fully understand because that was the beguiling thing about a woman’s sex. The need to penetrate, to be in that part of her, would never grow dull. He would forever seek to put himself inside her depths, to be as close to her as he could get.

Slowly, he brought his hand down to her waist, over her navel, across to her hip, and inside to her thigh, tracing her shape. “Open for me, Gina. I want to see you and to know that you want this. Show me that you want…me.”

He heard an exhale, as if she’d been holding her breath. Slowly she moved, and he watched those long shapely legs that he’d admired so well on that rainy day by the creek shift apart for him.

Oh dear, God! He gritted his teeth to hold back the orgasm that threatened to come barreling out the tip of his cock.

Chapter Seventeen

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve;

Lovers to bed; ’tis almost fairy time.

—William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1595)

Georgina couldn’t believe what she was doing, but somehow didn’t have much trepidation at following his request. Whatever he asked, or wanted from her, she could do. That he wanted her at all she found unbelievable. She watched Jeremy’s face as she did his bidding. His jaw got very sharp and tight, like he was gritting his teeth.

“God, yesss. I want in you so badly I can hardly think,” he said more to himself than to her.

He kept his eyes on her body and inhaled, his eyes looking very hungry. Breathing in, he blinked slowly as he sat back on his knees.

Dear Lord! Recalling his words just a moment ago, she could understand the sentiment. Now it was her turn to get the full view of him. If he thought she looked like a goddess, then he must certainly be the king of all the gods, for his body was stunning, erect and hard in all his male splendor. The muscles filled out his form just like a statue of marble from the ancient world.

Georgina felt herself inhale deeply at the sight of him bare. He was big. His proud sex jutted up and out, dark pink, stretched skin, a glossy drop at the very tip, and the twin weights below, high and tight.

Now. It’s happening now.

She couldn’t help tensing as he crawled up her body, settling himself between her thighs. His eyes tracked her the whole way. She adjusted her legs, accepting the weight and touch of his skin on her skin. He felt hot. So did she.

The time was now. Time to complete the vows she’d pledged earlier this day. To offer herself willingly—submit to her husband’s demands—be a wife.

Fear still ruled her even though she was determined to do this. What if the memories came back again? What if he hurt her? What if she couldn’t bear it? What if she panicked? What if he was disgusted by her?

He reached for the back of one knee, bending it slowly and locking it behind his hip, opening her up completely, and at the same time lowering his hips to hers, linking them together, pelvis to pelvis. Hot flesh to flesh. She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped.

He whispered through light kisses, ever gentle and tender. “You’re ready for this, Gina. You are. Don‘t ever be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you.”

When his sex kissed hers, Georgina felt a flash of alarm, and she braced herself.