Page 46 of A Wicked Viscount's Stormy Affair
Sophie jumped at the light sound which she was immediately convinced came from her bedroom door.
Her heart raced hard against her rib cage as she tiptoed towards the door to be certain that this was a noise meant for her before she did anything silly.
Tap, tap, tap.
“Sophie, it is me.” George’s voice rumbled through the door, much to Sophie’s relief. “I am just here to check in on you.”
Even though she was in a night gown, she clicked open the door to see him. He had seen her in far worse states than this, so it hardly mattered.
“I am fine,” she whispered back, but he must have been able to sense the hesitation in her voice.
“May I come in for a moment? I know this is not a fun night. Especially after what we went through on the journey to England…”
The fact that he was thinking about the night on the boat as well made it far easier for her to pull him inside. It was only when she clicked the door closed behind him that they were very much alone. Again. More alone than they were even when they were in the gardens together.
“What a day,” he said with a low chuckle, which brought a smile to her face as well.
“You could say that.”
It was almost as if there was a magnet between them, dragging them toward one another. It was an undeniable pull that neither of them could ignore, the heat burning between them ignited deeply inside of Sophie. The dizziness of desire took complete control of her. There was nothing that she could do.
Their eyes locked in on one another, and Sophie could see the passion flaring within George. The sight of him so full of desire made her whole body throb. It was a challenge to even catch her breath around him as he reached out to hold her, lightly brushing his fingers through her hair.
The hardness of his solid frame ignited something within Sophie that she knew she could not control.
She pressed her lips to George’s, gently at first, sweetly just to let her know how much she appreciated him.
But very quickly the softness gave way to desire and passion. The desire they had both been trying to pretend was not there for far too long. Her tongue massaged his and the heat between them bloomed. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she grabbed hold of George and pulled him on to the bed with her, silently inviting him to lie down with her.
They held one another close, kissing and embracing one another as the storm raged over head. It was as if they were lost in their own little world again and nothing else mattered. Society rules and judgement, the lack of wedding ring… none of it was important. Onlyhim.
George must have been able to sense how badly she craved him, and he seemed to be just as desperate for her, because every time Sophie rolled her body up against him, he did the same thing. He did not seem troubled by the fact that she was clinging on to him so tightly she would never let him go. He was as locked in this embrace as she was.
Sophie let out a little gasp of delight as his eager fingers started to glide up her inner thighs. A part of her body that she had never been touched before. An electricity careened through her body, she shivered as tingled of pleasure rocketed through her.
George slid up her night dress as the kisses deepened, until he finally managed to tug it over her head. Sophie’s heart raced, it seemed to thunder through her whole body, but she was undeniably thrilled as well. She could not help it. George’s free hand cupped her breast, heating things up to a new level, and his thumb stroked over her nipple until it was standing to attention for him.
He smiled, and that made Sophie shiver with excitement. It felt like everything had been culminating to this very moment. She turned on to her side and gasped as he took the hint and allowed that hand to travel down her torso, to find where she was throbbing for him.
By the time he found her center, she could hardly stop herself from screaming with desire. The way he caressed her sped up the burning hot blood that was now tearing through her body.
She did not know it would feel like that.
“Oh, George,” she hissed as his fingers plunged deep inside of her. His thumb circled her center, just as it had been circling her nipples only moments before. Only this sensation was far more addictive.
“Does that feel good?” he murmured, his words tickling her ear lobe, so close to her that she was sure she could explode.
She could not find the words to answer him.
All she could do was nod.
The pressure of pleasure began to build within Sophie, fizzing in her veins, and curling her toes. Within the midst of this, she forgot how to be a polite young lady, and allowed her hands to trickle down his body also.
She ached to explore him in the same way. A sensation that even struck her as strange. She had not known she was able to feel that way at all!
Sophie could feel herself trembling all over. Although if that was from the anxiety as she reached to touch him, or from the pleasure he was building up within her, she was not sure.
In the breathless, dizzy, heady desire, she allowed her hand to slide into his under garments, to feel what he had for her.
