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them to pull away. Soft kisses of reunion grew into full-blown passion that had lain dormant for far too long. Beau s tongue invaded the sweet cavern of her mouth cautiously at first, quickly becoming the dominant conqueror he was naturally. He left no part of her mouth unexplored, reacquainting himself with every nook and cranny. Georgie moaned into his mouth as he drew her closer, leaving not an inch of daylight between them. His strong hands gripped her buttocks, lifting her to grind against the hard shaft in his pants. Oh, how she had missed this! She missed his expert mastery over her body, over her very senses. She lifted her leg, trying to get closer. She needed Beau like she needed air. It had been far too long, and her body ached for him. Georgie, sugar, we have to stop, Beau groaned against the side of her neck. I don t want to stop, she pouted, angling her head to give him better access to the sensitive skin of her neck. I missed you so sensitive skin of her neck. I missed you so much! I missed you too, sugar. Never doubt that. But this is not going to happen until you are my wife. You really mean that, don t you? For as long as she had wanted this very thing, a respectable marriage, Georgie found that she was suddenly petrified at the prospect actually getting married. I couldn t be more serious, he replied forcefully, pushing away ever so slightly. He was doggedly determined to do it right this time. I don t want to wait, Georgie whimpered, trying to get him close once more. I mean it, Georgie. I want& I need to do this right. Georgie pouted, her delectably pouty bottom lip sticking out so cutely. So, before she could try and continue arguing with him, he cut off the argument he knew was coming. You better hurry and get dressed; the preacher is waiting for us. The sooner she was safely Mr. Beau Cantwell Dupuis, the sooner they could take this back to the bedroom, the better. In the meantime, he had to get his wife to the altar. Chapter Fifteen Looking down at the wedding ring on her finger, Georgie pinched herself to make sure the last two hours didn t fade away. All of her life she had wanted this moment more than anything else in the universe, and now she had it. She had thought this moment was the thing that would complete her the most. Becoming a wife, being respectful, had always seemed to be the pinnacle of all her dreams, and she was there. Finally, she was more than the bastard daughter of a backwoods juke joint owner. She was no longer the Dupuis boy s whore. She was Mrs. Georgiana Dupuis. Funny, she d thought the beautiful ceremony in the unbelievably lush and fragrant garden full of color and life, officiated by the rather large yet soft-spoken minister whose hair was longer than any woman Georgie had ever seen, would have been the epitome of all she had ever wished for. Only it wasn t. It was not the words out of the mammoth preacher s mouth that completed her, or even made her happy. It was the sapphire eyes that beheld her with such wonder she was humbled to her very soul. It was the firm grip on her hand that would not let go, even after they said their vows, and the pronouncement declared they were well and truly married. It was the man who now was holding onto their son as they were being slowly driven back to the massive house near the beach. In her search for the perfect life, Georgie had almost missed the thing she had needed the most love. Thinking back at how close she had come to marrying someone else, or how hard she had fought Beau in the beginning, made her shiver in absolute dread. She had almost let her pride push Beau away permanently, when she had always known the truth. She had known whatever compelled him to marry another woman, knowing she was waiting at home, had to be one hell of a reason. Although he had hurt her, and he should have never flown off to fight for a country that was not his own, he hadn t known about Little Beau. She should have told him. She could have, yet she had kept the knowledge to herself, refusing to use her pregnancy to keep him home. There were just too many things they There were just too many things they both could have, and probably should have, done differently, all water under the bridge now. They were both older and wiser, and maybe this way was best. As for herself, Georgie knew she had a greater appreciation for her life, and for Beau. The rough road had made her stronger, and as much as she loved the man beside her, she knew she would have been okay no matter what had happened. Yeah, it would have hurt like hell had Beau not been able to divorce, or rather annul his marriage. But she was woman enough to admit that sooner or later, she would have wound up right back in Beau s arms. Her father was right in most of the things he had told her. She was far better knowing love than being in a marriage without one. There were a great many things he had gotten so very wrong, but she would deal with that later. As Ida rushed to take the baby as they exited the car, Georgie took a deep calming breath. This was it. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |