But he’d never been the kind of man who would put a lady on her back next to a lake and ravish her. He’d been with women over the years, of course-he wasn’t a monk either. He’d grown up around two and watched how their utter lack of control damaged and destroyed everything good around them. “Yes,” she repeated, and he caught the word with his mouth and there was nothing left to say. “Yes,” she whispered in answer to the question he asked with his eyes and his hands rather than his tongue. To know that this man of strict propriety was willing to toss it aside for the chance to touch and pleasure her. It excited her to know that he wanted her so much. To have her, right here, out in the open where, in theory, anyone could see.īut she wasn’t afraid of that outcome, somehow. She gasped as she stared up at him, realizing in that moment what his intentions were. With that, he wrapped an arm around her back and slowly lowered her against the grass next to the lake. “And it is far more wicked than I know I should be.” “The best way to help doesn’t have words,” he growled against her lips.
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