A Lord's Redemption: A Historical Romance (Unexpected Love Book 2)

by Anna Macy

  Robert was still looking at her, his face worried. By some miracle of God, he was able to keep his eyes above her shoulder. The thought made Georgiana smile. Feeling so incredibly loved, Georgiana stepped into Robert’s body. The moment the thin ghostly fabric of her chemise brushed his chest, his eyes fluttered shut.

  She smirked, feeling the power of his desire for her. Tentatively she slid her hands up his chest until she could let her fingers tangle in the silken blonde hair at the back of his head. Massaging his scalp lightly, Georgiana felt Robert finally relax against her.

  “I’m confused, Georgiana,” Robert whispered, his voice tight. He still hadn’t opened his eyes.

  “About?” Georgiana focused on her fingers, working them in extended slow circles. After everything she had put him through, there was still no denying the pull of their bodies towards each other. His hands were resting on the bare skin of her waist, his fingertips burning hot through her chemise. Instinctively he had begun to mimic the motion of her fingers in his hair, drawing designs across her torso that stole her breath away.

  “What you could be doing here?” Robert could barely form the words, his focus being torn away by the magic she cast from her fingers.

  Georgiana slowed her motions, swallowing her fear. “Open your eyes, Robert.” After a moment, he obeyed.

  “I wasn’t lying the other day.”

  “Which day? The one where you told me you loved me? Or when you told me you wouldn’t marry me?” Robert’s voice was low, hurt, exposing a sliver of the pain of the past few days.

  Georgiana’s heart ached for him. “All of them, I suppose. In various ways.” Robert began to pull away, his frustration obvious.

  She followed, gently tugging his hands back into hers. “Robert, wait. I’m here tonight because I cannot go another day without you being mine.”

  “What do you mean? You declined my proposal.”

  “I mean this,” Georgiana offered him a quick smile before standing on her toes to press her lips against his. The feel of him was pure heaven. After a moment, she could feel his willpower crumble. His arms were suddenly around her, dragging her tightly against him.

  “You know I cannot deny you anything,” Robert murmured against her lips, letting his hands explore the curves of her body as his tongue slipped into her mouth.

  Georgiana opened to him eagerly, leveraging herself up against him. The hardest part of him throbbed against her belly, a stark reminder of how strong their passion was. She ground against him, a deep, persistent ache growing between her thighs.

  His hands found her breasts, cupping them while his thumbs brushed gently against her nipples. Georgiana tipped her head back, reveling in the feelings that he was driving through her body. Every part of her felt flushed, heated, and her legs quivered with a foreign urge to wrap around him.

  She moaned, and he covered her mouth with his own again; his lips were bruising in their intensity, and she couldn’t get enough.

  “Wait, wait,” Robert took a deep breath, his body trembling beneath her hands.

  “Robert, please, I’ve thought this through a hundred times.” Georgiana was flustered, suddenly scared that he would deny her this one pleasure.

  To her surprise, he grinned at her. His blonde hair was rumpled from her fingers. Darting around her, Robert made his way to the office door. A brief slide of metal made Georgiana blush. He was locking the door.

  “I’m not about to let Stephen Brown see you dressed, or rather not dressed like this.” Robert crossed the room, and without stopping, scooped Georgiana up in his arms. Setting her down onto the sofa as if she were a delicate piece of crystal, Robert’s breath warmed her skin. Following her down, Robert settled himself against her body, his torso displaying the impressive play of muscle across his shoulders and back.

  Georgiana’s nervousness vanished the moment he pressed his lips to her neck, skimming his mouth across to her jaw. His hand spread across her ribs, letting his thumb brush against the underside of her breast. With every pass, Georgiana felt herself lean further into him, wriggling against the sofa's fabric.

  He was dragging it out, torturing her by staying just out of range of the sensitive peaks of her breasts. She peeked open one eye, hoping to catch Robert’s attention. When she did, his eyes were bright, sparkling as he took in her needy movements.

  Georgiana popped open both eyes, glowering at him. “Robert?”

  “What?” He said, slightly breathless.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Turnabout is fair play,” he murmured, letting his mouth fall to her face again, where he pressed a multitude of open-mouthed kisses across her cheekbones and down to her lips. Just before taking her lips in his, he whispered, “Patience, Georgiana, the pleasure is in the progress.”

  “I hate being patient,” Georgiana responded with a pitiful attempt to glare at him. As she did, his hand swept low, to graze his fingers across her belly button and then lower, where his fingers danced across the crest of her body, where her body ached for his touch.

  Pleasure rolled through her as she arched her body against his hand. She felt his lips in her hair as he skimmed lower, gripping the edge of her chemise, and pulled it up slowly. Bit by bit, more of her body came into view, the long legs, the quivering thighs, softly parted and begging for his attention. She raised her body to allow him to tear the remains of the chemise over her head.

  This time when she found herself exposed to him, there was nothing but heat. It drove her to swivel her hips, to wind around him. Finding the stiff length of him against her side, she ground against it. It soothed the ache briefly, this distraction of movement. But not for long, as Robert’s fingers had again made their way down between her thighs.

  At the first brush of his fingertips against her curls, she whimpered. Immediately, he stilled. “Are you alright?”

  In response, Georgiana threaded her hand down between the heat of their bodies, finding his hand, hovering over where she needed it most. Boldly she pressed her hand against his, urging him on.

  A rumble of approval tore through Robert’s chest, vibrating against her cheeks, even as his fingers lightly explored her body. She bit her lip. She could feel the slick heat there between her legs, even as sharp bolts of pleasure rippled up her body at his gentle touches.

  Robert’s chest heaved as he pressed closer, one finger, maybe two, slipping inside the burning heat of her body. The feeling was more than Georgiana expected, sending almost painfully tight tendrils of desire through her being. She arched her hips into his hand, dragging her palms up to his body to grip him tighter.

  Encouraged by her flagrant enjoyment, Robert began a rocking motion against her, his hand continuing to wring out her pleasure. Her body coiled up, tension blooming in her belly, her thighs, and at the apex where Robert continued. Suddenly Georgiana became nervous.

  “Robert, I-,” she began softly, her breasts rubbing deliciously over his chest as his hand continued to move within her. Something was coming. The sweet, tightening sensation that crept up her body was unfamiliar but intoxicating.

  Georgiana looked up, arching her body so she could see Robert’s face again. He was flushed, his lips parted as he brought her this pleasure. Her body quivered; she was so close to something, incredibly her belly tightened more.

  Robert leaned in, brushing his mouth over her ear, then changed the position of his fingers just slightly, adding his thumb, to swirl around a nub of desire he seemed to have found.

  “Let go for me, Georgiana. Now.” The orders were shocking, spilling from her soft-spoken Robert’s mouth, but were no less effective. In an instant, her body responded to the man she loved, a powerful release, similar to the feeling when she’d jumped off the carriage house into the lake one summer, blew all her presumptions about the love act aside.

  Tight, throbbing pleasure rippled out over her, sending sparks flying to every part of her body. She bit her lip to keep her voice quiet, her hips grinding against his palm
with every delicious throb.

  Finally, her body relaxed as she lay in a circle of his arms. Robert was grinning, his lips occasionally going to brush a kiss across her brow as they shared body heat. Georgiana couldn’t stop looking at him.

  She would never be the same; she never wanted to be the same. No matter what happened when he found out the truth, Georgiana would be forever changed by Robert’s love.

  “You seem quite serious, you know,” Robert said.

  Georgiana raised her dark brows, a sweet smile on her face. “Do I? How rude of me. What is the proper mindset for a situation like this?”

  Robert chuckled, tightening his hold on her body. “Hush, just let me hold you for a moment.”

  Georgiana quieted, letting her body relax into his. He shifted his hips away from her, obviously trying to hide the obvious outline of his shaft through his fitted breeches. Georgiana held on tighter.

  “Don’t hide from me.” Her warm breath filled the small space between them.

  Robert smiled, pressing his forehead against hers. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

  Georgiana smiled, shaking her head slowly. “I think you have the wrong idea entirely.” Leaning forward, she pressed her mouth to his, kissing away his hesitation. If she was going to have one night with him, she wanted all of him. Something she could tuck into her heart and her mind and savor in the lonely nights she knew would follow.

  “Are you sure?” His body was tense, his hands on her sides like steel, holding her away from his.

  “More than you will ever know.”

  Robert groaned, rolling her body slightly until he was situated over her, his knee working between her and the plush back of the lounge. They laughed briefly when their limbs were entangled. It was a tight fit.

  “If you have any chance of this happening again, you’re going to have to expand this office.” Georgiana smiled coyly up at him, fluttering her eyelashes at the implication.

  Robert grinned, dropping his face to her belly where he pressed kisses into the soft skin there, emphasizing each word with another kiss.

  “I.” A soft kiss.

  “Would.” Another.

  “Be.” More, and then his lips trailed lower.

  “Happy.” His breath brushed her curls as he hovered over her hips.

  “To.” He pressed his kiss now to the wet, silken heat between her legs.

  Had she been able to, she might’ve clamped her legs shut out of pure shock, but his powerful body lay between them now. Elbows were resting on the chair as he stared at all of her, those dark, passion-filled eyes sending trills of desire back through her body.

  Her heart hammed as she reached a hand down, trailing the fingers over her mound and into the silken strands of Robert’s hair. He was waiting, watching her reaction. God help her. She wanted him again and badly wanted to know what he was planning to do to her down there. Her education about the act of lovemaking was limited to what she overheard from the servants and Teddy’s friends. Which essentially meant she knew very little.

  Biting her lip, she nodded, fingers tightening against his scalp. Instantly Robert leaned in, letting his lips brush against her body where she had ached for him the most. An ache that was blooming again, unfurling in her belly like a waking dragon. Her body felt flushed, loose, and empty.

  Robert continued to kiss her there, swirling the tip of his tongue through the slick heat. The sensations were enough to drive Georgiana to moan again, her body squirming underneath Robert’s careful attention.

  When he added a finger, sliding it quickly through her folds, Georgiana arched off of the cushions. It did nothing but inflame her need more, and she found herself saying his name, begging him, over and over again.

  With a ragged groan, Robert pulled away with one final kiss. In quick, harsh motions, he ripped his breeches and boots from his body. Thankfully they came off easily, and soon he was crawling over her body, letting his hot skin slide against hers. Georgiana filled her hands with him, running them eagerly over the hard, foreign angles of his masculine form.

  Butting her nose against his, she forced him back far enough she could see the most secret male part. Standing so swollen, so hard, she dared not touch him there. At least not yet. Both of them were breathless, staring at each other. Georgiana laid back, and Robert followed, letting his body's weight pressed her into the plush furniture.

  His knee moved her legs slightly, and she could feel the round, smooth head of him, finally where she had needed him most. Moaning, Georgiana raised her hips, succeeding in dragging her heat against his. She was tired of waiting.

  “Robert,” she whispered breathlessly as he kissed across her shoulders, “I can’t wait much longer.” Desperation tainted her voice.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” Robert responded.

  “You won’t,” Georgiana pulled his lips to hers, letting his mouth devour her, even as she felt him adjust himself and thrust into her body. The pressure was intense for a moment, and Georgiana went rigid as she waited for the lingering shock to subside. Robert hips were still as well; only his lips still moved against hers.

  Within a few moments, any signs of pain faded from her body, and Georgiana felt an instinctual drive to move, to shift. Robert broke the kiss to pull back and stare down into her eyes as he moved, slowly in, and back. The movement sent sparks shooting up and down Georgiana’s body.

  With a soft moan, she draped her arms around his neck and raised her hips to his. Robert’s strokes gained strength, driving into her body as she curled around him. His hands roved over her body, teasing as he went. And his mouth blazed a hot trail across her shoulders and neck. Georgiana felt something inside of her building.

  Tightening her grip on him, Georgiana wound her legs around his waist. Gasping, Robert pulled away to graze his teeth down her neck.

  “Easy there,” he whispered against her ear.

  Georgiana shook her head, her body still greedily reaching for more of him. “No, Robert, I want all of you.”

  This time it was Robert who seemed to hesitate, his handsome face looked down at hers, his hips slowing to roll deliberately against her. Her eyelids fluttered. She was so close to that perfect moment, and she could feel her limbs beginning to quiver and pulse.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “I could never deny you,” he rasped, leaning down to kiss her again. His hips drove into her body, filling her entirely with the thickness of his body. The pleasure engulfed her, stars exploding behind her eyelids as she felt Robert stiffen against her. With a growl, he clutched her tightly to him, his body filling hers.

  When he finally relaxed, Georgiana let her arms languidly fall around his back, her fingertips brushing up and down the long muscles beside his spine. He was beautiful, she thought, feeling remotely drunk on the power and pleasure she’d just experienced.

  Grateful for the warm weight of him upon her, Georgiana almost whined when he pulled away to stand. There was a brief spark of pain between her thighs as he moved away. Distantly, she wondered how sore she’d be tomorrow. But that seemed like such a long way from now. He disappeared from her view briefly and returned with a blanket.

  Smiling, he covered her with the thick grey blanket, lowering himself carefully beside her on the narrow sofa. She chuckled as the small space forced her to bury her face against his chest, or risk falling off the sofa.

  He smelled like her, and something that reminded her of freshly chopped wood. Or perhaps that was the blanket he had brought for them. Whatever it was, it was like heaven there, feeling the bits of bare skin pressed together.

  “I know you will have to go soon, but please, let me hold you a bit longer.” Robert’s voice was hot against her temple.

  Georgiana blinked hard, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. She nodded against him, her fingers spraying out across his chest. In a few moments, Georgiana knew he had fallen asleep. His chest rose and fell in such easy swells as those incredible blue eyes closed into a bl
issful slumber.

  Her heart ached. One last time she let her fingers trail across the lines of his face and his collarbone. Maybe she’d never get to have him like this again, and she wanted to remember everything. The lone freckle, the slight red tint to his blonde hair, the way his hands fit perfectly around her waist.

  Extracting herself from Robert’s arms was far easier than Georgiana wished. A huge traitorous part of her heart longed for him to awaken, see her leaving, and drag her back down onto his body. Then she’d be trapped longer, pressed against in him the secure salvation of his strength.

  But he only shifted for a moment, his brows furrowing as his fingers spread across the space she had vacated. Her heart hammering in her ears, Georgiana climbed into her underthings, doing her best to fasten them hurriedly. She was sweating by the time she pulled her dress on, a strange fear filing her belly as she settled on what she had to do next.