snap her satchel closed.
Daniel grabbed the satchel and threw it across the room. He caught her waist and jerked her around to face him again. Before Georgina could scream a protest, his mouth was covering hers, filling her with heat and desire and a passion that flared out of control much too easily. She had used the wrong phrase when she had said she wasn't wanted.
Whatever point he had meant to prove went up in flames as their suppressed desires erupted in this kiss. Georgina cried out her surrender, digging her fingers into Daniel's shoulders as he clasped her so close she could feel the length of him hardening against her abdomen. Excitement flared, and she responded with what little knowledge she possessed, returning his plundering kisses, running her hands up and down his back, pulling him into herself.
Daniel groaned against her mouth, but his hands covered her breasts, pushing at them through the layers of clothing. Heat burned in places Georgina didn't know how to name, but she knew what to do about them. She reached behind her and began unfastening her bodice.
He knew what she was doing. He hesitated, pulling away to look down at her as if questioning her reasoning, but then he lifted her to the bed and fell down beside her.
Daniel pulled up her skirts, finding the opening in her drawers with calculated ease. Georgina cried out in surprise when he touched her there, his rough fingers rubbing sensitive flesh, then exploring deeper. Had they really done this that night they were both drunk? It couldn't be possible. She couldn't possibly...
The rasp of his fingers elicited a long drawn-out groan as they plunged into her. She ought to protest. She ought to show some semblance of shame. But her body had a mind of its own. Her hips raised off the bed to meet his thrusts.
Daniel raised over her then, kissing her until Georgina was too breathless to say anything. She wanted his fingers back again. He had opened a void inside her that desperately needed filling. Panic began to build that he wouldn't come back into her. She writhed beneath him, trying to tell him what she needed with her body.
"Time, Georgina," Daniel murmured in her ear, "everything in its own time." Even as he said it, his fingers were finding their way beneath her bodice, lifting her from her corset, sending shivering waves of desperate heat right through her middle as he caressed her breast.
It wasn't enough. It simply wasn't enough. Georgina tore at his shirt, trying to find some ounce of flesh to ease the need for contact. She jerked open enough buttons to run her hands up his chest, and victory surged through her as he groaned when she found his nipples. This worked both ways then.
"Georgina, we can't..."
But they could. Her skirt and petticoat were up around her waist, her bodice was falling off, and she was poised eagerly for his taking. She wasn't letting him get away this time. If it worked both ways, then she could...
Her fingers found the buttons of his trousers, and Daniel gave a groan of surrender. Within seconds, he had them unfastened for her. She was too shy to touch him and retreated instantly to the safer territory of his chest, but he had no such inhibitions. He pulled the strings of her drawers and eased her out of them.
"Daniel." She was scared now. He was heavy over her, and she wasn't at all certain of his mood. And she felt completely vulnerable like this, with the place that was burning open to inspection. She closed her eyes as Daniel shifted to look at her there, and his hand covered her.
His finger intruded once more, and she cried out, forgetting her fear, forgetting everything but the need welling up inside of her. She didn't like being in his power. She wanted to protest, to assert herself in some way, but she could only succumb to his stroking fingers. In another minute, she would surely burst. She couldn't hold back any longer.
And then he was shoving inside her. He was large, much larger than she remembered, and her eyes flew open to find him staring gravely back at her. She lifted her knees, and he thrust home, their gazes still entangled as they waged a silent war. And then she quivered with the ecstasy of his possession and closed her eyes, letting the power of Daniel's body take over.
He was strong and swift and knew