“Why?” he groaned against her lips. “Why did you leave me?”

She made a small sound, and he nipped her bottom lip to silence her.

“I need you.” He licked her bruised lip to soothe it. “I can’t think straight without you. My world is all turned around, and I go through it in pain, wanting to hurt someone.”

He kissed her again, open-mouthed, to reassure himself that she was really here in his arms. Her mouth was warm and wet and tasted of her morning’s tea. He could spend the rest of his life just tasting her.

“I hurt. Here.” He grabbed her hand and placed her palm against his chest. “And here.” He pulled it lower and thrust his prick crudely into her fingers.

That felt good, to have her hand on him again, but it wasn’t enough.

Harry picked his lady up and sat her on the table. “You need me as well. I know you do.” He flung up her skirts and burrowed his hand under them, feeling along her thighs.

“Harry—”

“Shhh,” he murmured against her mouth. “Don’t talk. Don’t think. Just feel.” His fingers found her cunny, and she was wet. “Ahh, there. Do you feel it?”

“Harry, I don’t—”

He touched her pea-shaped bit of flesh and she moaned, eyes closed. The sound inflamed him.

“Hush, my lady.” He unbuttoned his breeches and parted her thighs wider, stepping between them.

She moaned again.

He didn’t care much, but she might be embarrassed. Later. “Shhh. You have to be quiet. Very quiet.” His flesh pressed against her weeping opening.

Her eyes suddenly flew open at the touch of his cock. “But, Harry . . .”

“My lady?” He gently pushed in. Ah, God, so tight.

She clutched him as if she would never let him go. And that was fine with him. He was more than glad to stay right here for eternity. Or maybe a little farther in.

He shoved again.

“Oh, Harry,” his lady sighed.

Someone pounded on the door.

She started, squeezing him inside. He bit back a groan.

“George? Are you all right?” One of the brothers.

Harry withdrew a little and thrust carefully. Tenderly. “Answer him.”

“Is it locked?” His lady arched her back as he thrust. “Is the door locked?”

He grit his teeth. “No.” He wrapped his hands around her bare rump.

The pounding started again. “George? Should I come in?”

His lady panted.

He somehow grinned through his terrible desire. “Should he?” He thrust deeply, burying himself in her heat. Whatever happened, he wasn’t fleeing. He didn’t think he could, anyway.

“No,” she gasped.

“What?” From the door.

“No!” she yelled. “Unh. Go away, Tony! Harry and I need to converse a little longer.”

Harry cocked an eyebrow. “Converse?”

She glared at him, her face flushed and damp.

“You’re sure?” Tony apparently cared deeply for his sister.