Page 58 of An Earl to Remember
Daniel stilled, his eyes darkening.
“It would be impossible to ever forget you,” he said gruffly, shaking his head, almost as if he was in denial of his own words.
I know I will always remember you, she silently whispered.
As he took her mouth in a deep yet tender kiss, Georgianna curved her body into his, surrendering to his charm, knowing she might never have the chance to indulge so wickedly ever again.
Her lover gave her no time to recover from her earlier orgasms before he began devastating her sensibilities. Daniel flipped her onto her belly, arching her hips into the air, sinking his teeth into the curve of her buttocks. She gasped, moaning when he licked her sex from behind, forcing her to scream her pleasure into the sheets for fear her voice would travel through the stone walls to outside.
“By God, there is a part of me that damn well wished you were real.”
It was said in a low whisper that sent her heart into a frightened gallop.
“Daniel?” Georgianna asked shakily. She turned her head against the pillows, and he blanketed her frame, coming down on his elbows to kiss her mouth, sinking into her body in a move that felt hard and desperate, yet so deeply sensual.
Had he truly said those words?
She had no time to ponder as he obliterated all thoughts with pleasure for the long night.
Chapter Sixteen
Georgianna shifted, turned over in the bed, softly sighing at the ache in her body. She smiled, for they were also wonderful aches. That smile dimmed, and she sat up in the bed, drawing her knees up and resting her chin there. How wicked they had been for the long night, spending hours in bed. She blushed and with a soft snort wondered at her capability to do so, given the wanton way they had joined together in her bed. It was at the warm drop on her knees Georgianna realized silent tears coursed down her cheeks. She sighed and wiped them away, bravely acknowledging the shattering truth stirring inside.
I am falling in love with the earl.
Worse, she had no notion of how to tell him the truth, knowing it was necessary given their new intimacy.
My husband…no, Daniel…we are not married in truth.I am not your legal wife nor are you my husband.
Could she dare say these words to him without the benefit of liquid courage? Georgianna blew out a steady breath, wondering if the closeness that had formed between them would allow the earl to forgive her the deception. She shifted, and a small, folded paper on the pillow next to hers caught Georgianna’s attention. Frowning, she plucked it up, flipping it open.
Let me simply be a passerby in your memory,
Lord Stannis.
Georgianna jerked, alarm shocking her heart, the paper falling from suddenly nerveless fingers. Her heart was a such terrifying tattoo against her breastbone, for a petrifying moment, Georgianna thought she would faint. She read it again, the import of his words settling against her chest like a boulder.
Let me simply be a passerby in your memory.
Tears sprang to her eyes, and Georgianna tried to swallow past the lump forming in her throat.
“Oh God,” she whispered, glancing around the room. She pressed trembling fingers to her lips. “He knows.”
What a splendid fool I’ve been.
Georgianna fought with the raw feelings of fear, heartbreak…anger.He made me no promise, and I gave him none.Swallowing down all the feelings trying to push against her chest, she clambered from the bed and went about her morning ablution, blushing as if the sun had burned her when she saw all the strawberry marks his mouth had left on her breasts, belly, and thighs. Almost an hour later, she was freshly bathed and dressed in a warm yellow gown, perfectly buttoned up to her throat, allowing her to hide the marks he had placed on her neck.
The ghost of his lips as he sucked at the flesh there, his large palms gripping her buttocks as he urged her up and down on his cock as she had rode him only a few hours ago, were already a haunting. On the cusp of leaving her room, she closed her eyes, gripping the doorknob until her fingers ached. He had devastated her senses with his dangerous sensuality three times before he had written that letter and vanished.
Georgianna hastened from her room, heading to the music room where someone determinedly tried to play the harpsichord.
“Oh, Sarah, you are hopeless,” Lizzie said laughingly. “Is this your way of telling me you are not interested in playing?”
Georgianna eased open the door, smiling at her sisters. “Hullo,” she greeted.
“Georgie,” Anna cried, leaping from the carpet and running over to hug her around the waist.
She returned her sister’s embrace, ruffling her tousled hair. “Good morning.”
