A shudder runs through her, a pleasing prickle that leaves gooseflesh all over her skin. His lips trail fire along the sensitive skin inside her wrists, and more of that burning heat pools between her legs, a throbbing warmth that grows with every tattoo beat of her heart against her ribs. The wet touch of his tongue made her gasp, a quiet little sound that slips past her lips like a secret.
Dark eyes made glassy with lust lift to his. Her lips part as he speaks, and her pulse skips a beat to create a new, staccato rhythm against her skin. "Georgiana," she tells him. If they're going to be intimate, and now she is certain they are, he ought to use her Christian name.
She denies him nothing. Indeed, the touch of his fingers against her throat pull another breathy gasp from her. "I will deny you nothing." Her eyes drift shut as her fingers trace their way up his arm, finding the back of his neck and sliding into his hair. Exerting a gentle pressure, she urges him closer. At the same time, she slides toward him, carefully shifting onto his lap. She sits across him, turned at the waist so she can face him, her skirts rucked up about her knees.
With a slight smile, she glides one hand back down his arm. Finding his hand, she takes it in her own, tangling their fingers for just a moment. And then she places his hand on her stockinged knee. "I will tell you if you go too far too fast, sir," she reminds him. "And I..." A flush spreads down her neck and disappears into her low-cut bodice. "I want your mouth on my skin."