sighed heavily and whispered, “Oh, my … you’ve got great hands.”
“So I’ve been told,” he said on a laugh. He slid his great hands a bit higher, stroking her ankles and then up along the line of her calves. Her skin was soft, smooth and warm, now that the fire had chased away the chill of the afternoon.
“Maybe it’s the champagne talking,” she said softly, “but what you’re doing feels way too good.”
“’Tisn’t the champagne,” he told her, meeting her eyes when she looked at him. “We’ve not had enough yet to blur the lines between us.”
“Then it’s the fire,” she whispered, “and the rain outside sealing us into this pretty room together.”
“Could be,” he allowed, sliding his hands even higher now, stroking the backs of her knees and watching her eyes close as she sighed. “And it could just be that you’re a lovely thing, here in the firelight, and I’m overcome.”
She snorted and he grinned in response.
“Oh, yes, overcome,” she said, staring into his eyes again, as if trying to see the plans he had, the plans he might come up with. “Sean Connolly, you’re a man who always knows what he’s doing. So answer me this. Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Ah, the shoe is on the other foot entirely, Georgia,” he murmured, his fingertips moving higher still, up her thighs, inch by inch. He hadn’t thought of it earlier, but now he was grateful she’d been wearing a skirt for their mad ride to the hospital. Made things so much simpler.
“Right,” she said. “I’m seducing you? You’re the one giving out foot rubs that have now escalated—” her breath caught briefly before she released it on a sigh “—to thigh rubs.”
“And do you like it?”
“I’d be a fool not to,” she admitted, and he liked her even more for her straightforwardness.
“Well then …”
“But the question remains,” she said, reaching down to capture one of his hands in hers, stilling his caresses. “If you’re seducing me, I have to ask, why now? We’ve known each other for so long, Sean, and we’ve never—”
“True enough,” he murmured, “but this is the first time we’ve been alone, isn’t it?” He set her hand aside and continued to stroke the outsides of her thighs before slowly edging around to the inside.
She squirmed, and he went hard as stone.
“Think of it, Georgia,” he continued, though his voice was strained and it felt as though there were a rock lodged in his throat. “‘Tis just us here for the night. No Ronan, no Laura, no Patsy, running in and out with her tea trays. Even the dogs are in the kitchen sleeping.”
Georgia laughed a little. “You’re right. I don’t think I’ve ever been in this house alone before. But …”
“No buts,” he interrupted, then leaned out and picked up the champagne bottle. Refilling her glass and then his own, he set the bottle down again and lifted his glass with one hand while keeping her feet trapped in his lap with the other. “I think we need more of this, then we’ll … talk about this some more.”
“After enough champagne, we won’t want to talk at all,” she said, though she sipped at the wine anyway.
“And isn’t that a lovely thought?” he asked, giving her a wink as he drained his glass.
She was watching him, and her eyes were filled with the same heat that burned inside him. For the life of him, Sean couldn’t figure out how he’d managed to keep his hands off of her for the past year or more. Right now, the desire leaping inside him had him hard and eager for the taste of her. The feel of her beneath his hands. He wanted to hear her sigh, hear her call his name as she erupted beneath him. Wanted to bury himself inside her heat and feel her surrounding him.
“That look in your eyes tells me exactly what you’re thinking,” Georgia said, and this time she took a long drink of champagne.
“And are you thinking the same?” he asked.
“I shouldn’t be.”
“That wasn’t the question.”
Never breaking her gaze from his, Georgia blew out a breath and admitted, “Okay, yes, I’m thinking the same.”
“Thank the gods for that,” he said, a smile curving his mouth.
She chuckled, and the sound was rich and full. “I think you’ve got more in common with the devils than you do with the gods.”
“Isn’t that a lovely thing to say then?” he quipped. Reaching out, he plucked the champagne flute from her hand and set it onto the table.
“I wasn’t finished,” she told him.
“We’ll have more later. After,” he promised.
She took a deep breath and said, “This is probably a mistake, you know.”
“Aye, probably is. Would you have us stop then, before we get started?” He hoped to hell she said no, because if she said yes, he’d have to leave. And right now, leaving was the very last thing he wanted to do.
“I really should say yes, because we absolutely should stop. Probably,” she said quietly.
He liked the hesitation in that statement. “But?”
“But,” she added, “I’m tired of being sensible. I want you to touch me, Sean. I think I’ve wanted that right from the beginning, but we were being too sensible for me to admit to it.”
He pulled her up and over to him, settling her on his lap where she’d be sure to feel the hard length of him pressing into her bottom. “You can readily see that I feel the same.”
“Yeah,” she said, turning her face up to his. “I’m getting that.”
“Not yet,” he teased, “but you’re about to.”
“Promises, promises …”
“Well then, enough talking, yes?”
“Oh, yes.”
He kissed her, softly at first, a brush of the lips, a connection that was as swift and sweet as innocence. It was a tease. Something short to ease them both into this new wrinkle in their relationship.
But with that first kiss, something incredible happened. Sean felt a jolt of white-hot electricity zip through him in an instant. His eyes widened as he looked at her, and he knew the surprise he read on her face was also etched on his own.
“That was … Let’s just see if we can make that happen again, shall we?”
She nodded and arched into him, parting her lips for him when he kissed her, and this time Sean fed that electrical jolt that sizzled between them. He deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with
