Elizabeth Hoyt Quote

Let me help you rinse your hair.His voice had deepened and it made a shock go through her, low in her belly. He rose and crossed to where a pitcher stood on the hearth. She didn't turn, but she could hear him moving behind her, and it struck her that she'd seldom been waited upon before in her life- and never by a gentleman.Sit a little forward. He was suddenly close. Close your eyes and tilt your head back.The water flowed over her scalp, warm and soothing, but her skin was prickled with goose bumps nonetheless.Once more, I think, he said, his voice so near, his hands large and sure, and he poured again. There.She sat back, wringing the water from her hair with fingers that trembled. She could hear him setting down the pitcher and she wasn't sure what to do. This was so far outside any experience she'd ever before had or imagined...Bridget cleared her throat, but her voice was husky when she spoke. Can you hand me a cloth for my hair?Let me. He expertly wrapped a cloth around her head, keeping her clean hair out of the water. Now you look like an Ottoman sultana. His fingers lingered on the back of her neck, stroking.She closed her eyes, feeling her nipples throb. Oh, God, he'd barely touched her yet.She inhaled and tried to smile, but found she was too tense. Is... is there another cloth with which to dry myself?The fingers left as he reseated himself, his cheek propped on his knuckles. But you haven't washed yourself, sweet Brid-. He snapped off the of her name with a click of his tongue. I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss... His gaze seemed to penetrate the now-clouded water before rising and meeting her own eyes with a devilish gleam. Well, .