Boss Meets Baby(126)
Readily allowing Keir’s hands to explore her, Georgia heard her own breathless sighs drown out the steady repetitive hush of the rain that accompanied— them. His mouth languorously tasted her velvettipped— breasts—taking his time, giving her pleasure and receiving it, sucking and caressing them until her whole being was consumed with fierce tingles of the most erotic joy. Was this how a flower felt…opening for the first time to the miracle of rain…the caress of sunlight? As if its very being was created anew by that seductive, addictive touch? Even Georgia’s quite considerable imagination had not prepared her for the river of hot sweet delight that poured through her veins at Keir’s touch.
Her hand brushed against his strong, hot erection with curiosity and lust, and she heard his almost painful groan in response. Inside, answering heat drenched her. Without another word he moved her hand away, and started to unwrap the little foil package he’d left on the bedside cabinet. When he’d sheathed himself in the contents, he started to slowly press himself inside her. Holding on to the broad, muscular— slopes of his shoulders, Georgia stared into Keir’s eyes and felt as if she was being consumed by electric blue fire so intense was the gaze that commanded— hers.
Silently she told herself to relax. She knew all she had to do was surrender to the powerful melting tide that was softening her hips and making her breasts throb in an agony of desire. She’d— been made for this… Any momentary hurt would quickly pass, and then all she would know was the pleasure…
When he finally penetrated her all the way, Georgia was unable to hold back her cry of pain. Keir’s surprised glance searched her face with stunned enquiry, and his hard jaw momentarily tightened.
Moving her hand behind his head, Georgia leaned up towards him and pulled his face down to hers. In less than a moment he was kissing her with renewed passion, her pain forgotten, his demanding thrusts inside her body growing deeper and harder, enforcing— a rhythm between them that built with urgency at each passing second.
Just before she sensed his whole body tense and then finally let go, the muscles in the tops of his arms bunching like iron as she held on to them, Georgia rode the sweetly fierce tide that swept her up in its powerful current and felt as if she was flying. Ripples of intoxicating delight ebbed through her body, again and again and again. A strange kind of calm stole over her in its dizzying aftermath. Dazed, she accepted Keir’s final powerful claim on her body, and then he stilled and laid his head against her chest. She sensed him shudder violently with his own release. She shut her eyes in silent awe…
What had he done? His heart feeling like a bass drum, pounding out its rhythm inside his chest, Keir rolled away from Georgia and lay on his back, breathing— hard. Good God! He’d never in a million years anticipated such an unbelievable surprise. As soon as she’d cried out he’d known that this was her first time…her first! Astonishingly Georgia Cameron,— until a few minutes ago, had been a virgin. And Keir had accepted the gift of her innocence with scant hesitation—choosing to ignore the gravity of the deed to achieve his own lustful satisfaction.
He knew why. Lately, instead of the common sense he could usually summon so easily to his aid, he’d— let down his guard and allowed himself to be driven by emotions and feelings as far as this woman was concerned. It was a definite first.
Now, as he turned to regard her, the dark silk skeins of her hair tousled on the pillow behind her, Keir saw that Georgia’s eyes were curiously closed. Had she retreated into her own private world perhaps to make her peace with what had happened between them? He only hoped that she wasn’t regretting it. What if she’d secretly had some idea of saving her virginity for the love of her life? A flicker of the most profound unease assaulted his insides at the thought. Then he reminded himself that she hadn’t repelled him at any point. She’d been as eager as he had for them to make love…
Reaching out, he captured one of the shining soft brown curls that lay coiled against her shoulder and saw her start. Her hazel eyes opened in surprise and studied him, glazed with the hazy softness of lovemaking. Her words, nonetheless, belied what had just taken place between them. ‘Moira will be wondering— where on earth I’ve got to. She was expecting— me down for my dinner,’ she said calmly.
It was a ruse. Instinctively Keir knew that she was delaying the inevitable moment when they would have to discuss the momentous event that had just taken place between them, and he sensed her anxiety.
‘You should have told me,’ he said quietly, withdrawing— his hand.
‘Should I?’ Her voice faltered a little and she bit her lip. ‘Would it have stopped you making love to me if you’d known?’
‘I’m not saying that. But you should have mentioned— it at least!’
‘Why? Do you have something against virgins?’ she— asked mockingly, her expression unable to mask her hurt. ‘Don’t most men think we’re such a prize? Admittedly, twenty-eight-year-old virgins are probably— fairly thin on the ground, but sometimes it’s good to break the mould…don’t you think?’
Before he could stop her, she’d grabbed the linen sheet, wrapped it round her naked form, and moved away across the room to the window. Presenting her back to him, Georgia gazed out at the teeming rain as though it hypnotised her.
Confused and angry at her blasé attitude, Keir collected his boxers and jeans and hurriedly pulled them on over his own nakedness. Barefoot, he strode across the luxuriously thick carpet to join her. Before she could say anything, he spun her round and forced her to look at him.