Page 78 of Ladies in Hating
There was something lewd about the movement—the rough thrust of Georgiana’s finger against her skin. Cat felt her sex clench hard against nothing. She whimpered a little and arched back against Georgiana’s body.
“God,” Georgiana mumbled against Cat’s neck. “God, I want—”
She paused, then suddenly broke away, pulling herself free from Cat’s body.
Cat made a despairing moan that might have embarrassed her at any other moment. “Georgiana—”
“Shh,” Georgiana said, and then she was back with the chairfrom Cat’s desk. She settled herself into it and dragged Cat down into her lap, both still facing the mirror. “There,” she gasped. “There, now I can—”
She didn’t explain, only demonstrated, hooking Cat’s knees over her own, spreading Cat’s thighs wide, and sliding her hand from Cat’s knee up and up and up.
Cat felt cool air against her wet sex, and she gasped. When she’d pictured this, she had not imagined herself so ruthlessly exposed, her legs pulled wide and Georgiana’s eyes pinned to her body in the glass.
But Georgiana’s heated gaze was better than a caress. Her unsteady breath coasted against Cat’s ear, and her thumb traced the crease of Cat’s pelvis.
“Catriona,” she said thickly. “My God. Look at you.”
Cat looked. In the glass, her sweat-damp hair clung to her temples. Her eyes were dark and dazed with lust. The candlelight glittered off the perspiration that beaded between her breasts—off the arousal that slicked her sex.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tipped her head back so that it landed on Georgiana’s shoulder. “Georgie,” she managed, “I am trying—so hard—to be patient—”
Georgiana laughed unsteadily, and she slid her palm from Cat’s thigh—finally—to settle between her legs. “And you’re doing so well.” Her other hand returned to Cat’s breast. “Do you like this?”
“God, yes, you know I do—”
“Shh,” Georgiana mumbled, “not so loud. Oh—you’re so wet—” Her fingers slipped between Cat’s folds, teasing her entrance with tiny, tormenting circles. “And this?”
“If you do not put your fingers inside me, I am going to die,” Cat said hoarsely, which did not feel at all like melodrama.
Georgiana pushed two fingers inside her, one slow deep thrust, and Cat groaned. God, it felt good, it felt so good, her whole body tight, her feet arching as her culmination bore down upon her.
“Hush,” muttered Georgiana, and then she—shespreadher fingers and rubbed her thumb lightly across Cat’s clitoris. “Yes?”
Cat had no idea what she said in return. Language had vanished—there was only the mad throb of desire, and Georgiana’s relentless touch, on and on, bringing her higher and higher.
Please,she might have said, ordon’t stop.
Beautiful,Georgiana might have said back.Dearestandbeloved.
But she didn’t know for certain. Pleasure was a thick hot rush, a sweet honeyed tide, and then, finally, a wave, mindless and clenching, again and again—and Georgiana gasped and whimpered in her ear and did not stop touching her.
After her culmination, it took long moments for Cat to return to herself—long moments in which Georgiana’s arms wrapped around her and held her tight.
When she could manage it, she turned to press a kiss to the side of Georgiana’s neck. Georgiana’s skin was damp and fine above her urgent pulse. “I am so fond of this part of you.”
“My neck?” Georgiana’s voice wobbled on a laugh. Her fingers, where they swept up Cat’s side, trembled.
“Mm.” Cat turned a little more and kissed the valley between Georgiana’s breasts, and then the delicate swell of skin above her chemise. The post-orgasm languor faded rapidly as she took in the way that Georgiana’s body heated beneath her mouth. “And this part.”
Georgiana brushed Cat’s hair back from her face. “Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm. This one too.” Cat let her mouth glide overGeorgiana’s nipple through the fabric, let Georgiana feel the brush of breath and tongue and lips.
Georgiana gasped, and Cat felt another pulse of desire, deep in her belly, as Georgiana’s nipple went tight beneath her mouth.
Carefully, she sank from Georgiana’s lap down to the floor to kneel between her legs. She shoved Georgiana’s thin chemise up to her thighs—whatwasit made of, that it should be so transparent?—and licked at the underside of Georgiana’s knee.
Georgiana trembled harder, and oh, perhaps that should not thrill Cat so.
