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  Georgie floated, pushing all thought from her mind. She wanted concentrate on Julian, his scent, mouth, hands. His cock, now pressing hotly against her thigh.

  His hand moved down between her legs and found her clit with the same infallible grace he’d had all night. He stroked her once, twice, then found the slow, circling pace she liked. Georgie sighed again, parting her legs and tilting her hips. So good, this was so good, made somehow better for being in darkness.

  Julian stretched, and she heard fumbling. She kissed his chest, the patch of hair tickling her nose. He let out a little sound when she nipped him, and a moment later had caught her mouth again. He raised himself off her. She heard the crinkle of foil, then he murmured something made indecipherable by their kisses.

  His prick nudged against her, and Georgie reached a hand to grasp the base of it. She guided him. He pushed inside her, inch by slow, delicious inch, until he’d seated himself completely. Then he lowered himself again to kiss her.

  Georgie put her arms around him. She traced the lines of his shoulder blades, his spine, the twin dimples just above his buttocks. How familiar the curves and edges of his body had become, in so short a time. She let her fingernails dig into his shoulders, and smiled when he hissed.

  Georgie relished the feeling of him on top of her. She’d never been able to come in this position, but that was fine. Considering she’d had more orgasms tonight than she’d had in the past three years, she wasn’t going to complain.

  With darkness shielding them, it was easy to imagine the bed beneath them had become a rocking ship. He moved inside her with slow, liquid ease, and feathered kisses all over her face. Georgie rocked with him, happy to take her time. The sooner they finished, after all, the sooner they’d be done. If they could make this last forever, she’d be all too happy.

  Julian’s breathing quickened. “You’re amazing.”

  The whisper took her by surprise. The woman he’d taken to bed would have had a snappy comeback, but by now, Georgie had none. “Shhh,” she whispered in reply, and he did.

  Desire rose inside her as his pace quickened. She wanted to meet him again, one last time, but was certain she couldn’t manage. Her mind was more than willing, but the body just wouldn’t comply.

  Julian slowed again. His lips fastened on her neck and he sucked gently, urging a gasp from her. He slid a hand beneath her ass, lifting her. And somehow, something shifted. Like magic, he’d rearranged them so now, with every thrust, his belly rubbed her clit. The pressure was slight, intermittent, but he had again slowed his pace to allow her to catch up with him.

  And it was glorious. She’d already been aroused, but this extra stimulation eased her toward a climax so much better for being unexpected. A hand slid beneath them might have worked, too, but this…this was…

  “Fucktastic,” Georgie gasped.

  His face buried in her shoulder, Julian laughed. He moved again. She twitched, her clit throbbing. She hooked her heels around the backs of his calves and put her hands on his ass, pulling him closer.

  “I want to make you come again,” he whispered in her ear. “Will you?”

  He made it sound like she’d be doing him a favor, and Georgie kissed him again.

  “Yes,” she said, rocking her hips along with his thrusts. “Oh, yes.”

  The sound he made was enough to take her almost there. She held him close and they moved together. He moaned. She sighed.

  She came. Her orgasm washed over her and she gave in to it, gave up to him, took all he had to give and then, just a little more. Georgie forced a breath, then another, ecstasy rippling through her. She bit down on his shoulder, hard, and he thrust once more, hard. He called out her name.

  Julian sank down on top of her. His heart thumped against hers. After a moment, he rolled off and spooned her, holding her close. She waited for him to speak, but Julian said nothing.

  Georgie said nothing either, aware now she could pay attention to how the room had lightened as the sun risen. His hands smoothed along her belly and he snuggled against her back.

  She waited until she was sure he was asleep again before she got up and dressed. She wrote a note, agonizing over what to say, leaving him her email address and phone number, but at the last minute she tore the sheet of paper from the hotel pad and not only tore it into shreds, but flushed it down the toilet.

  The only thing that would be more embarrassing than him not calling her would be him having her phone number and still not calling her. This way, at least, she couldn’t be convinced to hope even half-heartedly for something that would never happen. One night, she reminded herself, looking at him from the door of the suite.

  He looked so elegant, even in sleep, the sheet draped with perfect grace over his lean hip and his hair so luxuriously tousled. She thought about kissing him goodbye just for the chance of smelling him again, for feeling his warmth on her lips, but in the end, the real Georgie, practical librarian Georgie, won out, and she left without a look back.

  11

  “Forget about her,” Seth advised.

  Julian jerked open the throat of his silk shirt to reveal the perfect half-circle bite on his shoulder. “As if I could, with this to remind me?”

  He paced, flicking open the silver lighter and holding the flame to his cigarette, even though he’d sworn off smoking half a decade ago. Another hotel, another suite, another fuck-worthy shower. Another set of groupies waiting downstairs, too, but Julian didn’t want any of them.

  “I want Georgiana Davis’s phone number¸” he said, sucking in smoke that made his eyes water. “Why are you being such a fucking bastard about it?”

  Seth, the wanker, gave a lazy shrug from his spot lounging on Julian’s couch. “Sorry, mate. What can I do? It’s some sort of pact, or something.”

  “Fuck the bloody pact,” Julian barked. He looked at the fag in his hand and scowled. “This tastes like shit.”

  “What do you want me to do, Jules? I asked Cassie, and she wouldn’t give me the number. You ask her.”

  “I did.” Julian stubbed out the smoke and ran a hand through his hair. “She told me to bugger myself. She said if Georgie didn’t leave me a note, there must be a reason for it, and she wasn’t going to give me her number, no matter what I bribed her with.”

  Seth laughed, looking entirely too much like the cat who’d eaten the canary. “What did you bribe her with?”

  Julian tossed up his hands. “Nothing! I have nothing to bribe her with!”

  “So let it go, mate,” Seth told him. “Look, I know this must’ve put your nose out of joint, but really, I’ve never seen you like this over a woman.”

  Julian stalked to the mini-bar and yanked it open. “I can’t even fucking look at chocolate bars without thinking about her, Seth.”

  Silence while his best mate pondered that bit of information. “Ouch,” Seth said.

  “Yeah, ouch.” Julian slammed the fridge door closed. “She was something. She was lovely without being blatant about it. She was fucktastic…” Her word, one he couldn’t seem to stop using. “She was smart, man. Really smart.”

  Seth made a conciliatory noise. He’d know how much that meant to Julian. “She knew about “Her Eyes,” eh?”

  Julian sank onto the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes. “Yeah.”

  “Sorry, man.” Seth got up and clapped him on the shoulder. “But we’ve got a show in three hours. Think you can pull yourself out of your lovelorn funk long enough to perform?”

  “Fuck you,” Julian said, morose, not looking up.

  “No thanks, mate. I’ve got a better offer.”

  Julian looked up with a scowl at Seth’s smug grin. “Sure, rub it in.”

  Seth shrugged, then reached over to squeeze Julian’s shoulder. “Write a song, Jules. It’s always worked before.”

  Julian groaned. “Yeah. Yeah, sure. Write a song. Me without my piano and a show in three hours. Right.”

  Seth paused at the door. “You can do it, you know. B