I see. So you playacted the role of a rake who was only pretending to be in earnest, knowing you would come across as though you had the lowest of motives, when in fact, you were sincere?”
“Precisely.”
She gave a short, wry laugh and shook her head at him. “Convoluted sir! You are a maze.”
He shot her a sulky glance. “I thought you were going to say I was amazing.”
“That, too,” she admitted with a rueful smile, capturing his square chin between her fingertips.
When you find the one, my lad, grab her up in your arms and never let her go. You may never get another chance.
Gaelen FoleyMiranda!”
“What?” She batted him with her pillow.
“Hoyden! Are you drunk?”
“I don’t think so. I’m not sure. They never gave us wine at Yardley. I feel happy.”
“Happy?” He grabbed a corner of the pillow as she whacked him again with it. “Stop it!”
“You’re too serious, Winterley!” She reached for another pillow. “I will beat you until you smile!”
He ducked out of his chair with a rakish grin as she swung at him, then tackled her flat on the soft bed, both of them laughing.
“You are . . . impossible,” he chided with a gentle sigh as he braced his elbows on either side of her head. He traced her cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs.
“Difficult, but not impossible.” She wrapped her arms around him, relishing the weight of him atop her, the smoothness of his bare chest against her bodice. “It all depends on who’s trying.”
“That sounded distinctly like an invitation,” he murmured.
It signified nothing that the raw, male magnetism that emanated from him probably made compasses malfunction in his presence.
Gaelen FoleyI’ve been wanting to do this all night. Give me those luscious—” He ripped the front of her bodice
open, freed her breasts, and buried his face between them. “Mmmm. God, I could devour you,” he
moaned as his hot, wet mouth captured her nipple.
Bel gasped then let out a low, breathless laugh of delirious pleasure.
You’re safe now .. .
and I love you.”
She lifted her face and turned to him, her eyes wide at his words, her lips soft and trembling. “I love you,
too, Robert,” she said very quietly. “I shouldn’t, but I do.
Do youmind?” she clipped out suddenly with a fine, cultured accent like frosted glass.
His gaze flicked up from her chest to her blazing eyes. “So, you can talk.”
“Obviously.”
“Too bad,” he drawled. “I thought I just found the perfect woman.
Blade,” she murmured with a sweet, ingenuous gaze, sliding her arms around his neck in sensual welcome, “do you promise not to think too badly of me even if I like it?”
A smile curved his lips. “My lady,” he replied huskily, “I have every intention of making sure you like it
exceedingly.
She likes me. The shock of it sent a jolt of wild joy through him that stole his breath and robbed him momentarily of his common sense. He, Blade, who stared down cutthroat thugs in the meanest streets of the city, who laughed at death and snapped his fingers in the hangman’s face, found himself nervous and jumpy in the presence of a pretty girl. How utterly stupid. He felt like an ass. He didn’t care.
Gaelen FoleyMots clés romance infatuation billy-blade
Papa wants you to marry some decrepit old wigsby?” She gave him a charmingly rueful smile, all tousled golden curls like some angel who had rolled off a cloud in her sleep, he thought, and had fallen to earth with a thud. “Something like that,” she said in vague amusement. “I see. Well, surely we can find a solution.” He snapped his fingers and gave her a grin. “Shall I ruin you? That should solve your problem. The old wigsby won’t want you if you’re used goods, and I assure you, I’d be happy to oblige.
Gaelen FoleyMots clés humor romance billy-blade
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