Exclusive Deleted scene from The Truest of Words by Georgina Guthrie

So I don’t know about you but after running around shopping the After Christmas sales and dealing with family around the holidays, I am exhausted. You know what could really reenergize me, besides a good stiff drink??? A very sexy, very steamy, but also very romantic scene from GG, starring my favorite “Sailor and Poppet”. *getting comfy*

 

Glass of scotch

 

 

This deleted scene from The Truest of Words takes place while Aubrey and Daniel are in England. Between Chapters 28 and 29, a wedding rehearsal and dinner take place. This is what follows…

 

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With the rehearsal successfully navigated and the leisurely dinner wrapping up, Penny’s father suggested an after dinner drink. The Grant men along with Penny’s dad and several of her uncles moved to the music room to drink scotch and smoke cigars. I told Daniel I was heading to bed. He promised he wouldn’t be far behind me. His stealthy wink told me sleep wouldn’t be a priority when he joined me in the room.

I hadn’t planned on showering before bed, but that wink changed my mind. After a quick splash, I slathered myself with moisturizer and then slipped on the new nightie I’d bought myself in Exeter earlier in the week. It was sexy, but still classy, snug around the boobs and loose and flowy at the feathery hem which sat mid-thigh. Next, I got to work creating some ambience. I lit several candles and plugged my portable travel speakers into my iPod.

By the time Daniel was fumbling with the doorknob about forty minutes later, I was reclining on the bed in the candlelight, old-school Norah Jones playing in the background while I frantically tried to keep my eyes open. Daniel appeared in the doorway, a vaguely stunned look on his face, as if he thought he’d entered the wrong room. He was holding a glass of scotch, the top button of his shirt undone and his tie loosened.

“Well, you’ve been busy,” he observed, locking the door behind him and tossing the key card on the dresser.

He swayed, wrestling his tie undone with his free hand. I chuckled.

“How much more did you have to drink down there, sailor?”

“Just this one.” He held up his glass and tossed his tie on the dresser. “And the other one,” he said, gesturing vaguely behind him.

“You’ll be a mess tomorrow.” I sat up, making sure Daniel got an eyeful of cleavage as he looked down at me.

“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.” He traced a scorching path down my body with his eyes. “Fuck, look at you…”

He wasn’t even touching me, yet I was throbbing with desire, a steady beat that kept time with my pulse. Twice today we’d had sex and still I wanted more. After ten days without Daniel’s attention, the girly bits were apparently eager to make up for lost time.

“Come here,” he said, motioning me over with a nod of his head.

He rested his knee on the edge of the mattress and I scooted across the bed until I was kneeling in front of him. He reached for a lock of my hair, curling it around his finger. I closed my eyes, holding onto his forearm and dropping my head back as his fingertips tickled a path down my body, stopping to skim the feathers around the bottom of the chemise before slipping underneath.

“Poppet, do you realize you’re not wearing any panties?”

“The perils of travelling. I ran out,” I said, with a cheeky grin.

“That’s a terrible shame.” He pushed himself up off the bed, a slow, easy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he handed me his glass. “Hold this for me?”

I lay back with his glass, pushing the comforter out of the way and propping myself on my elbow to watch him undress. The muscles in his back rippled as he drew off his shirt. Then his belt jangled and his boxers and pants made their slow descent to the floor. I stared at him shamelessly, my eyes roaming over every inch of his beautiful body. He reached over to reclaim his glass, taking another sip before rejoining me on the bed. Wet and hot, slow and sensual, his mouth moved against mine, his delicious tongue making me dizzy with desire.

“I love the taste of scotch on your lips,” I whispered, tracing his mouth with my fingertip.

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh.”

He sat up and took another sip, his lidded eyes holding my gaze. He dipped his fingers into his glass, dropping a trail of scotch up my legs, moving down the bed to collect the droplets with his tongue. I shivered as he licked, sucked and nibbled his way up my thighs. When he pushed the hem of my nightie up over my tummy and looked up at me, slipping his fingers into his glass again, I moaned with anticipation. He wasn’t going to…was he? He lowered his fingers, and I jumped as I felt beads of scotch landing deliciously between my thighs. Oh yes, he most certainly was…

Again and again, he dipped his fingers into his glass, until I was positively dripping with scotch and quivering with desire.

“Daniel, the sheets…”

“I don’t give a good farmer’s fuck about the sheets.”

Not once touching me, he breathed evenly, watching me wriggling helplessly as I waited for him to put an end to my torture. Finally, finally, he eased my legs apart and lowered his mouth, giving me a gentle kiss, a soft upward lick and then an equally delicate downward stroke. Two more teasing licks and I writhed again, whimpering.

“I love the taste of scotch on your lips,” he murmured.

Oh, fucking hell!

I was vaguely aware of Daniel’s glass hitting the floor beside the bed and then his mouth was on me and his long, cool fingers were sliding inside me, putting a definitive end to gentleness on his part and quiet whimpers on mine. Hovering on a knife’s edge, I gasped and swore, pulling his hair and digging my nails into his shoulders as I arched blissfully, surrendering myself entirely to his amazing tongue.

When I regained consciousness, because I’m certain I blacked out for at least a minute, Daniel was lying beside me, dabbing at my thighs with a warm washcloth. I watched him fold the cloth and toss it on the nightstand.

“Mmm, Daniel?”

“Yes, Aubrey?” he said, his voice thick with desire.

“What the hell is a good farmer’s fuck?” A gentle laugh rumbled in his chest. “No, really, I’m curious. That’s the second time you’ve said it today.”

“I’m not exactly sure how to explain it, but if you’d stop talking, I might be able to show you.”

Needless to say, I stopped talking.

*******

Umm. Yeah. That’s better. Cheers everybody and Happy Holidays!! *clinking glasses with anyone’s who’s drinking*

Thanks GG! Love you to pieces.

Katiebird

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About katiebird

I am a huge reader of young adult, new adult, and paranormal romances. I also have an acute fondness of Robert Thomas Pattinson. I love that I get to share with everyone my love of reading.

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