Again he reached for her. Again he brought her up against him. But this time he showed her how very much he'd restrained himself before.Sliding his hand along the base of her neck, he thrust his finge...
But perhaps, tonight, Eleanor should do as Madeline would do- and live for the moment. Tonight, she would abandon her fears and behave as any young lady would who danced her first dance at her first b...
Diriday is the perfect mount for me.In that low, deep, beastly growl, he replied, It's good to know you'll... ride... as I wish.She flushed. Her toes curled, and her nipples tightened into firm beads...
Furthermore, she poured tea on a regular basis. Madeline didn't care to, while Eleanor found comfort in the scent, the warmth, the routine. But right now, with all of Mr. Knight's attention focused on...
His silence made her lift one shoulder defensively. If he was trying to intimidate her, he was doing a first-rate job. Just when she was going to say something else- she didn't know what, but somethin...
I don't... we can't...His white teeth flashed in his tanned face, and he pulled her up against him so that she stood on her toes, so that her balance depended on him. I can't believe I've managed to w...
I'm Lady Codell-Fitch, and like so many of us, I wish to offer congratulations on your betrothal.Yes, congratulations. Congratulations! Amazing betrothal!The felicitations were insincere and accompani...
Lady Shapster pointed a long finger at Eleanor. You don't aspire to marry .Eleanor wanted to leap at her, to stifle her and that dreadful, smooth, accusatory tone.Mr. Knight's lips drew back from his...
Now that you're here, you cannot leave. He leaned close and whispered, My future wife stays in my house- with me..Eleanor was trapped in this man's house. I can't stay here. She shrank from Mr. Knight...
She heard nothing but experienced a sensation that prickled along her spine like a warm touch caressing her skin. Slowly, with the care of prey beneath a predator's survey, she turned her head- and me...
Staring into his cold, pale eyes, she felt the chill of the future.Slowly, as if irresistibly drawn, he slid his fingers into her hair, loosening the already drooping chignon at the base of her neck....
What an expression of relief, my dear fiancée. However did you make your way through London society with such a revealing face? Not that I object, you understand. Leaning toward her, Mr. Knight smiled...
You must think I'm... unchaste.He didn't laugh at her, or even look amused. No, I think you're lonely.What? I'm not lonely. She had her duties. She had her relatives. She lived a productive life.You...