Michelle Willingham Quote
Don’t be looking at me like that, Lady Rose. His tone grew rigid, like he was holding himself back. Like what? she whispered. Like you’re wanting me to kiss you. He moved in closer, and his expression left no doubt that he wanted to. The words made her heart beat faster, and she tried to calm herself. We’re only friends, she reminded him. So we are. It doesn’t mean that I’m dead. His pirate smile returned, and she did pull away this time. Behave yourself. She rested her hands upon his chest to keep him at arm’s length. Is that what you want? He reached out and covered her hands with his own. Her eyes locked with his, and she was conscious of his roughened hands against her gloved ones. She ought to pull away, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. O-of course. Lord Ashton slid his hand into her hair, drawing it down the edge of her cheek. His touch burned through her skin in a path of heat. She felt the echo of sensation coursing through her, and she couldn’t have moved away if she’d wanted to. His green eyes held hers captive, and she was intently conscious of his touch. Please don’t do this, she whispered, while he was staring at her. He let his hand linger upon her chin, sliding it down her throat to her shoulder. A thousand shivers broke over her skin, and she felt herself bloom with arousal. She imagined this man kissing her again, and the very thought made her self-conscious. They had an agreement to help one another, and that was all. She shouldn’t dream of letting down the boundaries between them. You’re worth more than six letters, he said quietly. I hope you know that. And
Don’t be looking at me like that, Lady Rose. His tone grew rigid, like he was holding himself back. Like what? she whispered. Like you’re wanting me to kiss you. He moved in closer, and his expression left no doubt that he wanted to. The words made her heart beat faster, and she tried to calm herself. We’re only friends, she reminded him. So we are. It doesn’t mean that I’m dead. His pirate smile returned, and she did pull away this time. Behave yourself. She rested her hands upon his chest to keep him at arm’s length. Is that what you want? He reached out and covered her hands with his own. Her eyes locked with his, and she was conscious of his roughened hands against her gloved ones. She ought to pull away, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. O-of course. Lord Ashton slid his hand into her hair, drawing it down the edge of her cheek. His touch burned through her skin in a path of heat. She felt the echo of sensation coursing through her, and she couldn’t have moved away if she’d wanted to. His green eyes held hers captive, and she was intently conscious of his touch. Please don’t do this, she whispered, while he was staring at her. He let his hand linger upon her chin, sliding it down her throat to her shoulder. A thousand shivers broke over her skin, and she felt herself bloom with arousal. She imagined this man kissing her again, and the very thought made her self-conscious. They had an agreement to help one another, and that was all. She shouldn’t dream of letting down the boundaries between them. You’re worth more than six letters, he said quietly. I hope you know that. And