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to that apex of pleasure once again with gentle thrusts in and out of her hot center. His hand reached between them so he could roll his thumb around the nub of nerves above her sheath. She nearly died away when the feelings became so much that they hit that final climax again. Her body clamped and milked his, until his motions quickened to a feverish pace. With one final hard thrust and a strained expression tightening the features on his face, she felt the pulse of his cock inside her as he held their bodies tightly together with a sound that was nearly a shout. Bracing his arms on either side of her, their bodies crushed together damp with sweat, he rolled them both over so they faced each other side by side.
    With her head resting in the crook of his arm, she drew lazy circles over his bare chest. Despite the fact that they were eloping, she’d just been intimate with a man not yet her husband. Emotion choked at her throat when the ramifications of their hasty actions dawned upon her: What if her father found them and forced her to go home? After she’d had the audacity to thoroughly ruin her reputation? What would he think, knowing she had fallen victim to the same carnal nature her mother had?
    George was a calm presence beneath her, but he seemed to feel that something was off, for he asked, “What’s wrong, love?”
    “This is all so new that I just don’t know what to say or do.”
    “You don’t have to do anything differently than you always have.”
    She pushed up on her hands so she could see his expression as she asked, “Then why do I feel so different?”
    His smile was slow, his eyes understanding of her feelings. “It’s just the two of us here as it should be, as it was always meant to be. Are you having second thoughts?”
    She started to shake her head, then stopped. Was she having second thoughts? Did she regret turning her back on her father? If given another chance, would she repeat the actions of last night? She knew her answer.
    “George, I would have done anything to avoid a lifetime without you.” She laid her head back down on his chest. “My father called me a lot of things he probably would have called my mother had he had the chance before she ran off.”
    George brushed her hair back from her shoulder and rubbed the back of his hand over her cheek. “He’ll come around, angel. He loves you too much to stay angry for long.”
    “I didn’t tell you what else my father said to me last night. He accepted Westmoore’s proposal; I was to wed him in six weeks’ time.” And really, that was what had decided her to leave with George in the end. She could have stayed and pleaded with her father, but once his mind was made clear, she knew she’d never be able to persuade her father in a different direction.
    “We’ll be married in less than a week.” George rolled her onto her back, his weight held on his forearms. “You need not worry about Westmoore a moment longer.”
    “I’m merely saddened by the fact that my father won’t see me married to the man of my choosing.”
    “He’ll come around in time, and we can get married all over again when he does, if you want.”
    George was always thinking of her. She had been silly to wait so long to elope, but she’d always held out hope that her father would come around to liking George. She knew better now.
    “You don’t think my father is on our tail right now?”
    He shook his head as he nibbled at her lower lip. “He won’t be. He’ll expect us to go on a direct path there, not backtrack and take another route altogether as we did last night.”
    “You’ve been planning all the details for some time, haven’t you?”
    “I might have been.”
    George pushed off her and moved to the edge of the bed to reach for his breeches on the floor. She rolled to her side, gathering the sheet close to her breast, still not quite ready to parade around him as naked as the day she was born.
    “Are we leaving already?” She brushed