Miller, Raine - The Undoing of a Libertine (Siren Publishing Classic) by Raine Miller Page A
Authors: Raine Miller
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bravery, and be so grateful that you survived such a thing. No shame in that, sweet Georgina. None of what happened to you was your fault.”
“Jeremy, it is my visible scar, but I fear there are more, worse ones in here—” She clutched at her heart. “And here as well.” She touched her forehead.
“Then let me be the one to help you put them away. Let me comfort and protect you. I want to so badly. And none of what happened in your past alters my affection for you. Know that, Georgina. My affections for you are unchanging in spite of that knowledge. I only wish to keep you from hurt.”
“Then why did you leave before, Jeremy?” she fired back.
Georgina wasn’t going to take him without an explanation. He realized she was demanding to hear the “why” behind his hasty departure of a month ago. And he was going to have to tell her. Damn me.
“You will promise to marry me first. I can be stubborn, too!” Jeremy declared, supposing he might as well go in up to his neck. He set his jaw and leaned forward quickly, figuring if he had to impel her, he would use every wile he could muster to further his cause. He took her sweet lips again and not very gently this time. This time he gave her a kiss of claiming.
Rapture, pure and simple, was all he felt. That hot jolt at his groin fired right up the second he touched her mouth. His lips moved over her softer ones, and he nudged with just the tip of his tongue, trying to get inside her, if even in only a very small way.
Her lips parted to let him in, and when his tongue met her lips he didn’t know how he’d ever be able to stop. The firm exploration of her lips dragged on, for he was unable to pull back. She melted right into him, taking his tongue in, letting him know her.
Georgina was made for kissing, for loving. If he could just get her to accept him, he could make it right with her. He knew he could.
Jeremy had gone over and over his position in his mind the whole way here. Yes, there were hurdles to cross, but he didn’t see any other option for them. He wanted Georgina. He had to have her now. Protecting her from Pellton and his nephew wasn’t even in question anymore. Georgina was going to marry him and be safeguarded from those depraved monsters. They’d never get within shouting distance of his wife ever again. Jeremy could make that much happen at least.
He kept telling himself he could be patient with her. He could be so gentle and careful Georgina would be eased into bearing all that dutiful, heir-producing shagging. Lots and lots of shagging. An area in which he excelled. He could be a gentle lover for her. He could be that man.
Jeremy kept his mouth close to her lips. “Georgina Russell, you will not deny this sentiment between us. I know you feel it, too. I know, because you would not let me kiss you like this if you didn’t feel something. I don’t want to live regretting you for the rest of my life. You are the woman I want. Honor me. Be my wife and belong to me. Let me care for you. It is all that I want—to take care of you. I want you for the mother of my children—our children that will be cherished and beautiful.”
She held his gaze for a long time. Such a solemn expression she wore, telling of ancient wisdoms and womanly secrets as she sized up his offer, like she was peering into the future.
“You have to trust me,” he coaxed. “I want you, Georgina. The past is only that—behind us—over and done with. We can start a new life and forget about what came before. Don’t be afraid to trust me.”
She blinked slowly and then said the words he most wanted to hear. “All right, Jeremy. I will marry you.”
His mouth went forward again, a celebration of sorts—another kiss. A kiss to seal their bargain. This time he was just a bit more demanding of her than before.
Her lips parted and took in his tongue. He swirled it over the perfect smoothness of the inside of her sweet lips. He nibbled on her lower lip, grazing with
“Jeremy, it is my visible scar, but I fear there are more, worse ones in here—” She clutched at her heart. “And here as well.” She touched her forehead.
“Then let me be the one to help you put them away. Let me comfort and protect you. I want to so badly. And none of what happened in your past alters my affection for you. Know that, Georgina. My affections for you are unchanging in spite of that knowledge. I only wish to keep you from hurt.”
“Then why did you leave before, Jeremy?” she fired back.
Georgina wasn’t going to take him without an explanation. He realized she was demanding to hear the “why” behind his hasty departure of a month ago. And he was going to have to tell her. Damn me.
“You will promise to marry me first. I can be stubborn, too!” Jeremy declared, supposing he might as well go in up to his neck. He set his jaw and leaned forward quickly, figuring if he had to impel her, he would use every wile he could muster to further his cause. He took her sweet lips again and not very gently this time. This time he gave her a kiss of claiming.
Rapture, pure and simple, was all he felt. That hot jolt at his groin fired right up the second he touched her mouth. His lips moved over her softer ones, and he nudged with just the tip of his tongue, trying to get inside her, if even in only a very small way.
Her lips parted to let him in, and when his tongue met her lips he didn’t know how he’d ever be able to stop. The firm exploration of her lips dragged on, for he was unable to pull back. She melted right into him, taking his tongue in, letting him know her.
Georgina was made for kissing, for loving. If he could just get her to accept him, he could make it right with her. He knew he could.
Jeremy had gone over and over his position in his mind the whole way here. Yes, there were hurdles to cross, but he didn’t see any other option for them. He wanted Georgina. He had to have her now. Protecting her from Pellton and his nephew wasn’t even in question anymore. Georgina was going to marry him and be safeguarded from those depraved monsters. They’d never get within shouting distance of his wife ever again. Jeremy could make that much happen at least.
He kept telling himself he could be patient with her. He could be so gentle and careful Georgina would be eased into bearing all that dutiful, heir-producing shagging. Lots and lots of shagging. An area in which he excelled. He could be a gentle lover for her. He could be that man.
Jeremy kept his mouth close to her lips. “Georgina Russell, you will not deny this sentiment between us. I know you feel it, too. I know, because you would not let me kiss you like this if you didn’t feel something. I don’t want to live regretting you for the rest of my life. You are the woman I want. Honor me. Be my wife and belong to me. Let me care for you. It is all that I want—to take care of you. I want you for the mother of my children—our children that will be cherished and beautiful.”
She held his gaze for a long time. Such a solemn expression she wore, telling of ancient wisdoms and womanly secrets as she sized up his offer, like she was peering into the future.
“You have to trust me,” he coaxed. “I want you, Georgina. The past is only that—behind us—over and done with. We can start a new life and forget about what came before. Don’t be afraid to trust me.”
She blinked slowly and then said the words he most wanted to hear. “All right, Jeremy. I will marry you.”
His mouth went forward again, a celebration of sorts—another kiss. A kiss to seal their bargain. This time he was just a bit more demanding of her than before.
Her lips parted and took in his tongue. He swirled it over the perfect smoothness of the inside of her sweet lips. He nibbled on her lower lip, grazing with
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