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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