Chapter 21

Caddoc's own eyeballs nearly rolled up in his head. He could see the darker outline of her areola through the linen, and he had to taste. He cupped her mound while he lowered his mouth to capture that swollen peak, right through the fabric of his shirt.
She cried out again, but didn't pull away. Instead she arched her back, further lifting her breast to his mouth. Caddoc needed a hand to pull the shirt out of the way, but he needed both to keep her from falling. And with that thought came the observation that the flimsy wooden chair was creaking ominously beneath them.
That would never do. She deserved her first time to be in a bed, at least. He shifted his hands slightly, lifted his mouth from her nipple, then stood, lifting her easily in his arms.
Georgie's eyes fluttered open as he crossed the tiny room to lay her on the mattress.
Enough of the gentleman remained inside him to ask as he knelt on the bed beside her. "You know where this is going?"
"I am a country girl, my lord. I know." She reached up a hand to touch his flat brown nipple, then trailed it down his chest to the waist of his trousers. "I gave up on marriage several years ago. I would have this one night...if you want me."
He took her hand and slid it down to cradle his aching cock. "Then you should know that this means I do. I want you very much, Miss Georgiana Burns."
She licked her lips and inhaled deeply. "Then show me what to do, Caddoc." Her fingers shaped and explored his erection as she spoke, making him even harder, until he feared he'd burst through the sturdy buckskin.
"You do not seem to be in need of instruction." He shuddered as she rubbed the tip of him. He knew there would be droplets of seed staining the inside of the placket.
"Does that...please you?" She caught her lower lip between her teeth.
"As much as my hand here pleases you." He slid his fingers up her thigh to the damp red curls, then gently massaged her swollen lower lips. The scent of her arousal drifted up to his nose - warm, feminine, and fertile.
Fertile? His brain registered the probabilities even while he coated his fingers in her thick juices. She splayed her legs and let her head fall back against the single pillow. His better-than-human sense of smell had saved him in the past. He'd never taken a woman who was at the right stage of her cycle to conceive. He continued to pet her while he waited for the familiar sense of self-preservation to outweigh his desire.
It didn't.
In fact, the more he thought about the idea of filling Georgie's body with his child, the more impatient he became to do so.
Her choice, nagged his conscience in the back of his head.
"If there are consequences," he murmured huskily. "We will be wed."
"Don't be silly." Her voice was little more than a husky whisper. "Surely the risk is minimal from just this one time."
Not so minimal, but he didn't have enough patience for long explanations. "Nonetheless. If there is a child, there will be a wedding." He slid one finger into her slick, tight channel. "And our children will be shape-shifters - you'll have to live with that."
"Fine. Just, please, don't stop now." She panted and lifted her hips, taking him deeper. "Oh my heavens, Caddoc." She squeezed down almost painfully with her hand on his erection.
"Easy, love." Caddoc lifted her hand from his member and stood to free himself from the constraint of his buckskins.
Her eyes flew open and she watched as he unbuttoned the trousers and lowered them to the floor. He kicked them aside and stood for her inspection. His cock stood at attention, arced slightly upward in its eagerness. Small drops of fluid beaded at the swollen purple tip.
"Oh, my." She licked her lips and reached out one finger to trace the thick vein that ran the length of him. "Is that going to...fit?"
His laugh was a hoarse bark of sound. "Aye, Georgie. It will fit. Though if you keep that up, I might embarrass myself before we get that far." She'd closed her hand around his shaft and started stroking.
He disengaged her clever little hand and guided her to a seated position so he could pull his shirt off over her head. Then he stepped back, content for the moment just to look at her in all her naked glory, her flame-coloured hair framing her lovely face and apricot-tipped breasts.
"Beautiful," he murmured. He sat on the bed and leaned over to suck one pert nipple into his mouth.
"You needn't lie," she replied even as her hands sunk into his hair to hold him in place. "I know what I look like."
He released her breast to look up at her face and smiled. "Do you? Do you know what I see when I look at you, Georgie?" He cupped her face in one hand and trailed the other through her hair. "Starting here. This hair is like a living flame, bright and enticing. Tempting a man to touch it and be burned. You have lovely eyes. As green as emeralds and glowing with intelligence and a love for life."
He leaned down and kissed each eyebrow, then her nose. "Your nose is dainty and pert, with just the tiniest smattering of freckles. One of these days I intend to count them, and kiss each and every one. And then there are your lips. Full, soft, and so responsive. They're the colour of a ripe apricot, did you know that? And they make me want to taste them, over and over again." He suited his deeds to his words and took her mouth in a kiss that left both of them breathless.