I love you, she said, speaking clearly so that there might be no confusion. I love you utterly and completely. I love your elegant hands and the way you smile with only one side of your mouth — when y...
He looked down at her as he eased from the bed. Why such a creature of light and love and life should have come to him, he could not fathom. But he was grateful. Very grateful.
No one could hear them over the carriage wheels, yet somehow it felt right to whisper. His eyes dropped to her gaping bodice. One nipple was reddened and still moist. He averted his eyes, swallowing....
She took his length gently between her hands, her arms resting on his thighs, and looked up into his face. I’m very, very angry with you.And she opened her mouth over him.
That thought—that she was carrying his babe—steadied him enough to start off again. It was a strange but not unwelcome feeling to know that she carried his child. That someday she would hold a babe ag...