Page 48 of The Bastard's Iberian Bride
In the darkness, she seemed to draw closer, smelling like flowers and good soap. She fitted snugly against him, her hip bumping his, her hand gripping his arm as they climbed the stairs. Need swelled again in him, sending an ache through his loins.
He could have this. He could have the woman, the estate, and the settled life so easily. All it would take would be a bit of seduction, and he’d had practice at that. He knew how it was done.
Though he had never seduced an innocent. The widows and opera dancers he’d taken had played the game too.
And he was going to India.
“Can you see in the dark?” Her low murmur vibrated along his upper arm and into his chest, sending a new ripple through him.
They had reached her door. He slipped her hand away and leaned closer. “Yes and I’ll be on the lookout for a wee lass moving about in these halls.”
Her soft chuckle smelled like sweet brandy. His hands found their way around her waist.
“Will you please stay in your room, Paulette?”
“You’ll help me?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
The touch of her lips was like a hot brand. In the dark, she’d landed the kiss on his neck.
Oh, aye, he could see in the dark. He found her mouth and pressed his lips onto hers, wanting to taste, trying to be gentle.
